Vagabond traveler looking for life, love, and laughs.
If you could choose, how would you want to die?
At the hand of another immortal, somewhere in the highlands of Scotland…
sofa king alone
Alone.
Sitting on a sofa,
pondering what may,
or may not be.
Gazing through a looking glass,
staring through space and time,
observing the sun rise once more,
and letting the night ease away,
just one more time.
To what has this all been for?
To what purpose have I subscribed?
The post-it note of my mind,
is unadorned. Words have vacated.
I glance at the table and admire all
that has been brought by the others.
And there my place mat sits empty.
Welcome to the feast,
where no one ever eats.
All eyes on me,
I continue to falter.
Sitting on a sofa,
pondering what may,
or may not be.
Alone.
an article i wrote for enoch magazine... →
i have a weekly blog feature at enoch magazine, which chronicles world wide faith in the underground
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