Last year was one of the most disorienting of my life. And while this was due to many reasons, I think at its core it was a year of asking Pontius Pilate’s infamous question: “What is truth?”
Ever since I met H.L. Read more …
Tag Archives: Mystery
Something Strange
I had my world all figured out
when you appeared.
I had conquered the questions and vanquished the doubt,
yet all went weird.
I had the answers, but all the beauty had hid and run away.
Why does the hall echo with silence? Read more …