Immanuel

He is closely acquainted with all that which concerns me. Out of sight… so much of what comprises my life seems to be abstract thoughts and waves of emotion; things that never can be expressed or shown fully to another human being. The point is missed… or, like a sword in the hand of the … More Immanuel

Stuck

I had the wrong end of the stick. Up to this point, I had heavily relied on my walking stick. With it I had carefully inched my way up and down steep hills with sliding stones and in and out of dense forests where darkness prevailed. No matter how much weight I put on it, … More Stuck