A tribute of sorts. Or, certainly my look into the chains that bind us. Those that don't understand how one can be touched or moved by these actions, may well be the ones that need to be moved the most. There is hurt, and there is darkness all around us. There are boundaries that constrict us. Often times, we have played a role in constructing the barriers that bound us. Sometimes though, these Continue Reading...
I agree Lord Byron
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet Continue Reading...