I stood on the ocean's edge: listening, smelling, watching. Waiting.Hearing the tides crash and roar as they destroyed great rocks that had been there for a thousand years and would have been there for a thousand more.Seeing the salty, stale, baron air that floated to me from across the glistening horizon.Watched the great stretches mass of ocean pull itself out and in and out and in. As it did...

This year has been a rocky road of realization, through the year filled with upsies and downsies I've learnt from them all and therefore the title, 'an implausible cognizance'. These pictures represent the facts of how I realized that. The first one was a picture taken in the United States of America where i went there for a scholar competition, I took a few pictures around the place and slowl...

Midding - v. intr. feeling the tranquil pleasure of being near a gathering but not quite in it—hovering on the perimeter of a campfire, chatting outside a party while others dance inside, resting your head in the backseat of a car listening to your friends chatting up front—feeling blissfully invisible yet still fully included, safe in the knowledge that everyone is together and everyone is ok...

This shadow left between us hereIs a brittle thing my loveSo bring your lightThat we might break it downYou were only with us for a momentBut inside of that short time We saw eternity rise and swellThe ebb and flowOf an ocean of moments, stretching up and singing this soft, luxurious love song to timeWe are what you no longer contain;These memories that sit, and floatThrough time, and space, a...

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