“Were I with you I would remain silent; but since we are separated, I must write, or I shall die of grief.”
Kafka to Felice
We all have stories, these are mine. I tell them with a heart full of love and through eyes of kindness.
“Were I with you I would remain silent; but since we are separated, I must write, or I shall die of grief.”
Kafka to Felice
Arc and burn Two things made one
Such a fine specimen Fat and happy
A cloud Lifted and then burned away By the sun
20 YEARS BEFORE I WAS BORN MEN CHARGED
Do you know what love is?
The starving man
Don’t let the shadow of the past prevent the grass of your future from growing.
You haven't lived until you've set before a board of your peers, taken a scalpel and opened your own mind and heart
Am I a slave? Or the served?