by lefteous | Aug 14, 2025 | rambling
The past is one of many fictions. There aren’t enough bones to go...
by lefteous | Jun 30, 2025 | a dream
I dreamed of a man with a perfect life. And he lived like it was perfect. Then things happened, and his life was different. And he lived like it had been taken from him. Nothing was taken though, it was all an accident. But still he raged and fought. And he worshipped...
by lefteous | Apr 21, 2025 | a thought
since then, everything else has been straw since then, Silence has been the only...
by lefteous | Mar 29, 2025 | a thought
For me it’s trees. I like to watch them. Planted in place. Swaying in wind. Clouds tumbling across the...
by lefteous | Mar 3, 2025 | a dream
You run to your imagination because we are a species that whimpers. That withers. That dies. You stand on that unwieldy precipice of freedom because you hope that peace lies within. It does not. Only loneliness waits there. And anguish is soon to...
