hiver

Winter solitude--

in a world of one color

the sound of wind

missmissery

Just for you, if you are listening... 

Ghosts

Sometimes I find myself living off ghosts...

words are wind

Tremble, oh my gravemound,  

in time my cries will be  

only this autumn wind 

- Matsuo Basho

I've wasted a lifetime pretending to be me: A Softer World: 1010

I love those quiet moments in the dark where you can stop pretending

http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=1010

The Woods

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

- Henry David Thoreau

How?

I guess you know by now
that we will meet again, somehow...

It's not too late...

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder... 

youth

We are the reckless, we are the wild youth

Re-mind

It was a reminder.

Thank you for reminding me

Why do I torture myself so?

Catharsis through solitude

Certanity

If there are two things in this life that make me I feel certain, it is when I train, and when I brew. I might not be very good at either one, but they soothe me and challenge me at the same time. I practice, not because I want to excel, but because I thoroughly enjoy them, far beyond my own self.

ai

The new year begins;
my eyes hunger for the sight;
of my last sunrise