Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea.
Antonio Machado
i think it is a beautiful idea.
a mix of fact, complete fiction, poetry, hearsay, things that are yet to be said, truth destined for lonely myth and the subjective observations of a lover of all things absurd.
what is going on here?
life is crazy. so am i. this is my version of things as I see them. it is not a 'true' account - you will find no objective presentation of actual events. it is a little bit of true life and a little bit of imagined and some 'wish i would have' tossed in and all mixed up together.
who is this?
- sarabelum
- Bloomington, IN, United States
- A stranger told me the other night "You are really special, seriously, come on, you really are. . ." Am I?