In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows absence.
In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows absence.
When we are young we do not look into mirrors. It is when we are old, concerned with our name, our legend, what our lives will mean to the future. We become vain with the names we own, our claims to have been the first eyes, the strongest army, the cleverest merchant. It is when he is old that Narcissus wants a graven image of himself.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories