If but the hours that have passed within the ages I have trod, had cast a fortune over my lids as such: "inside the ire of the Leviathan sleeps the answer and there lies the stifled memory" only then will I gargle this train wreck life and walk. Held together by the firm notion that mystery and ruin distract the day and night. Partly relieved, in truth, knowing that wrath and abandonment were strown through holes I could never sow. Thinking how long yesterday was, lingers the pasted thought and this boy is now nostalgia's nightingale.
About Me
- Gabriel Michael
- I want the world to make sense. I try to make it my life's goal to connect to every living thing I meet, whether it has two legs, four legs, or chlorophyll for arms. Love in all its forms is a constant chase for me and as Robert Browning said " it takes up one's life, thats all." I am often Nostalgia's Nightingale and live in memories of the past, but I know my future is radiant. Tear drops are sweet to me and seem to follow my countenance on sad days, but I love to laugh. Were the world mine... we would never grow old and we would all kiss when greeting a friend. All writings are my own so you will find comma splices and many run on sentences. The pictures have been taken by my dear friend Isabel Turley . One of the most brilliant and beautiful girls I know. Thankyou and I hope you enjoy.
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