Long raining day stroll in between pathos and prescription of non longing
Summoning patience to grow tulips in a non existing garden as their sacrifice for vanity seemed preposterous
Je suis malade d amour
Well in the next chapter says
“The seven ways to bliss were not, the great causes of misery were not, for there was no one to produce and get ensnared by them”.
Slowly attempting to clarify reality …
The other day has passed in silence and the notice of images started revealing itself to the dormant
How would you go on like this trying to convince me you are enlightened ?
How can you go on trying hard to keep a family ?
The cat just jumped down looking left and wants me to stop now
Pretending to be …