This. Is where I live.
I mean, how would I even know things?
Or presume future?
So, this is where I live.
I haven't blogged. Lately. Personally.
I put some writing, excerpt.
It reflects me, yeah.
They're still craps to bring me on. Just "On".
It all starts now.
I'm sorry for myself. Sorry Lotho.
For a matter of time,
I lost myself. So Sorry if I've not "managed".
We've done great things impossible, even unspeakable.
And they're all facts, and it's good.
I am keeping it up, controlled as I can possibly.
Achievements... cover ups.
I am sorry.
I wish there we're eight of me to manage "Me".
I lost myself with a thing or two,
Apology. Hard-Core.
Man's Search for Meaning, Viktor Frankl
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Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and
human thought and belief have to impart: *the salvation of man is through
love and ...
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