Scribbles from a mind in search of truth and freedom. What do i see? The Conundrums of Deathlessness. Originally posted on Sluggish Scribe. And the rather tall man in front of him, stood ahead of massively tall steel gates, dressed in a light grey suit with pale skin that seems to glow and vibrate slightly, and with honey-blonde hair and glass-like blue eyes, and with a yellow tie that seems to. August 20, 2012 1 Comment. I am ill-fated to a life of in.

Writing anything, is like balancing on a tightrope of ego. Will you survive your own scrutiny? Good art is like an amalgamation of timing and luck. The blank page is daunting and so is the first page of horrible writing. Happiness is out there somewhere and you daydream about it as you put words to paper. Today it is to escape from the self-inflicted pain of unawareness. Harsh? April 30, 2014. I feel halfway between a memory and imagined destiny. And hope dances as beaut.