Storyteller, thy fiction

We tell ourselves stories in order to live. ~ Joan Didion Stories, they are all stories we tell across time and space. Some stories we take as absolute truths, some stories as fairytales. These stories fixed forever till someone dares to ask “why”, to confront with “so what”. Then there are stories which change with … Continue reading Storyteller, thy fiction

Illusions

Illusions shatter Images are just that. Who am I behind the projection Of a desire, a need Have I become a parody of A self, seeking expression. Am I more Will I disappoint Do these doubts reveal A self fearful, unrealised. Illusions vanish Reality beckons. A self contented Flowing with the river Floating, relishing The … Continue reading Illusions