Wednesday, August 8, 2018

What is Meant, What is Said

- Ishmael

We parted ways. Two years ago. I headed west, in search of an unreachable ladder beyond the mountains of reason. He headed south, in search of a silence that drowns out all noise besides the strain of time's passing.

I follow a dark cloud in hopes of seeing where it goes. At least I don't deny this.

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