Missing Metaphors
Who owns time, take the responsibility of winding them, set them right, straightening time, or looping it around another epoch Only if that would be enough to take the conversations to a different direction, as if cosmic time giving a pulsating push to the consciousness Sullied gardens, ruined paths, detrimental languages and evaporating water-bodies, thirsty souls taking dangerous detours The Sun shines, but it’s fury … Continue reading Missing Metaphors