"The struggle between is all that matters." // Last Updated 27.July.2007

I often feel displaced, in search of home. When that feeling becomes sharper, I write silly things like this.

That sinister whispering in our ears— on and on— replacing every doubt, erasing every retort, displacing every illusion, chasing every dream— that sinister whispering in our ears is the root. We are the mislaid; we are the wayward— ever gone, ever not home. We are driven across seas, across lands, across the greatest divides until we finally reach that distant shore— home, like an echoing, like a stirring, down, down— beyond the soul— and you thought you understood.