the past
traced in thought
and etched
as in stone
in our minds
impossible to forget
yet painful at times
to remember
as we fumble forward
ever again
Being Present for the Moment
Website storys
Illustration, Concept Art & Comics/Manga
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
Finding Inspiration
Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
At Least Trying Too
A Journey of Spiritual Significance
Life in islamic point of view
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
Reread yesterday’s post and must admit the timeliness of his “confusion” and “sad times” fits our reality.
Your added prose flows comfortably to the climax of “ever again”. Just as the past is etched in stone, our recollections are often painful (and sometimes tainted by current feelings). Fumbling forward seems to be a human condition. Well done, Leonard “Wang” !
Thanks, Michael.Stay safe in these difficult times in more ways than one.
Hi dear
Would be glad if you follow my blog
Would love to have you as Friend
Will follow your page too
I am following you now.
Thank you. Followed you back
That’s more or less all we can do: fumble forwards. I like the stoicism in these lines Leonard – and the wry humour.
Thank you, John.