no rhyme nor reason

I do not know how to swim, yet the sea calls to me. I sit on the shore for days and years and let it watch me. It is peaceful. There is calm and there is chaos, there is violence and serenity, there is perfection and coarseness, there are pieces of paper that float on its coloured waters. They are sometimes blank, sometimes with a word, sometimes pictures, often they hold more wisdom than all the books in the world, sometimes they are the little boy's toys, sometimes they find their way here.

Monday, May 11, 2026

Memory Re-created

On a sunny day
After the rains cleaned the streets,
the strays came and licked my
fingers clean.

no rhyme nor reason

Monday, May 11, 2026

Memory Re-created

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