The mind is a strange thing.
Over-used yet misunderstood; immobile yet roams all over; stays in the dark yet enlightened.
I've always thought of things and I've always forgotten them. I've always longed to recall precious reflections and I've always remembered none. I've always had diaries and I've always procrastinated.
Perhaps now I can embark upon an interesting journey.
This is my space. You reach here either by my invitation or you stumble upon it. You are welcomed to share, contribute or repartee, just do not desecrate this space.
Shalom,
the quixote
Over-used yet misunderstood; immobile yet roams all over; stays in the dark yet enlightened.
I've always thought of things and I've always forgotten them. I've always longed to recall precious reflections and I've always remembered none. I've always had diaries and I've always procrastinated.
Perhaps now I can embark upon an interesting journey.
This is my space. You reach here either by my invitation or you stumble upon it. You are welcomed to share, contribute or repartee, just do not desecrate this space.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others; even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Shalom,
the quixote
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