The fool was a fool and the fool kept on fooling His eyes became red, nose blocked and mouth drooling The fool came to see, what the fool came to be Should he persist in his very own fueling Of fire and void - the fool was annoyed And so foolishly vowed to stop fooling. … Continue reading A Fool Who Persists In His Folly Becomes Wise.
James was sweating. He shivered and scratched all over as he keened in the taxi. This was not an extravagance he was used to and certainly not one that he would be getting used to any time soon. There was no point in luxuries if you had no means to enjoy them and he wanted … Continue reading Flag Moby – Part 3
Your shadow becomes very small and holds no particular shape at around noon and Simon was thinking about this as he threw rocks into the sea. Then again, he thought. Your shadow holds no particular shape anyway. There was a green bottle floating next to a rock which he intended smash. He turned to his … Continue reading Living the Dream – Part 1
Solitude is a beautiful thing. Time to oneself for reflection and space is, in my opinion, a pleasure too readily overlooked by many. It is not inextricably linked to loneliness because we can be in the greatest of company alone and yet at times find ourselves loneliest in the company of others. The world is … Continue reading Speculation on Solitude and Love
I dream of the day, that I wake up from this daze There’s a purpose I know it, I just can’t help but feel lazy Pained by opportunities and attracted by a light That only ever turns out to be, a candle in the night It’s the backdrop of nothing that really scares us the … Continue reading The Existentialist (?) Goat
I’ve just had a very interesting conversation with Howell. He believes that we’re not all able to achieve happiness to the same degree because “we’re not all mentally wired for it”. He told me that our understandings are so warped by society’s collective expectations that we, as individuals, lose sight of what is important to … Continue reading The Homeless on Happiness – Pt 4 – Howell
I write for no reason, a reason to write Though writing is reason, not reason is right Is writing to reason so brilliantly bright If it’s ordered to please them? A brightness of slight… Lyrically twisting a meaning of mine Is meaning resisting a twisting in time To find a new line in this instance … Continue reading No Reason