Monday, August 10, 2020

Two Hundred and Fifty Five

What we want is a safe place.  But there's no such place, no home for us in this world of change.  We wander through it a while, trying to find our way; but there is no way unless and until we make one.  Whether or not we do, all our journeys still end the same way, with all we were and all we've done gone as if we'd never been.

No comments:

Post a Comment