The word, logos, how profound is the word. And indeed the word is and the word is me. It makes more sense as a story, perhaps. As beautiful words. Is life not just a collection of beautiful words? Is life not a sententia? How dead would my world, my life, be without words. Words always will be, always are, because stories always are, the story is within us, it is us, it is.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
