Why are all things thought of in relation to?
Can they not stand on their own
in our minds.
They always have to be associated with something else.
Like a memory, or a thought, or a prayer.
The past, the present and the future.
What was, what is, what might be, what never was.
Can a mountain with clouds, simply be a mountain with clouds?
What is the feeling attached to all like another limb
growing from our center that touches everything.
A Message From Sir Albert Holmes
2 days ago