Chronicles of the wanderer...

"There is an edgy serenity in solitude, when the rain falls and the wind stops, The perpetual presence of absence, where all things are still."

I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.

When you need therapy but you don’t have any money

Her mind was on other things and they never found out what.

People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

How soft and gentle her name sounds when I whisper it. It lingers on the tongue, insidious and slow, almost like poison, which is apt indeed. It passes from the tongue to the parched lips, and from the lips back to the heart.

…we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.

She hated being so clumsy with words, when words meant so much.

Oh, it’s so hard, the eternal struggle between heart and mind.

We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget that the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it’s all about.