Friday, July 24, 2009
Of Reflection
Reflection is a squalid word I say! In solitude, I must face the mainstay. Fettered without chains I am fettered without chains— Eternity is what you make of it and the past doesn’t qualify to be part of it. The present is where I am no past, no future, it’s always something other than. Fettered...
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