Growing into drowning

Thoughts becoming actions turn into deeds, one reads of such things, the words that take wings to fly beyond the supposed boundary of the ‘who and what am I?’ and what if I am the distant descendant of some Neanderthal man? did he not love too? then who I am is where I am and and…

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The writing

a prelude to a performance. We’re all seeking something and generally speaking I find it in the written word, the adjective the verb the way the lines all line up perfectly (or mostly) beads of sweat, beget trains of thought I’ve often thought but thinking never got things done I take a hiatus and with…

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