reading lenin can bring the wandering to strange grounds.
twenty years here on earth and tis just now that i begin to learn, to see, to feel, to live. after everything, somehow, abstraction is an understatement. in living there also comes dying.. deaths of once long held beliefs, deaths of relationships, death of lives around oneself, death of a memory, deaths of cyclical moods, and sometimes death of the self. the mystery of love is hidden with its twin who is death, death who overcomes, yet gives way to life for it loves.
twenty years here on earth and tis just now that i begin to learn, to see, to feel, to live. after everything, somehow, abstraction is an understatement. in living there also comes dying.. deaths of once long held beliefs, deaths of relationships, death of lives around oneself, death of a memory, deaths of cyclical moods, and sometimes death of the self. the mystery of love is hidden with its twin who is death, death who overcomes, yet gives way to life for it loves.
