Sublime ripples shadow purgatory wanting. This time mirrors my silence. Wanting and consumed, Sanguine waters rushing, My spirit wades to be freed. A frozen end.

Time conducting desperatio running sorrow of knowing illusory meaning traversing orchestral mirrors touch destiny contained within a self made mirror of defiance behold a lending of meaning

The world surrounds us with distractions. Television is a particularly sinister form, and I’m only lately coming to realize its actual power over people. Try sitting in a room with a television on and doing something else - something like read a book or (as I’ve often tried) writing. It …