Nova
How far can darkness fall? When silence is its measure? When time itself is distanced? Intake and exhalation of breath, purifying self until infinitesimal, all encompassing and sublime. Sign in to see full entry.
White-cossack : Nova
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I have a tendancy to write in different moods, as do us all I think. For me writing is like breathing and so as you look at my work you will find everything from questions to rants and quite driftings. At fifty I have already lived far longer than I ever expected and yet inside this fifty year old body resides a heart and mind still dreaming as I did at twenty and five only it has a bit sharper edge to it. Life is about growth after all is said and done. It is my hope you enjoy my work however if you don't, well we are all different and at least you took the time to look.
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