I am a nomad,
a resident of the realm of stories. My own stories, and those of travelers I meet on a path, unknown. Stories fashioned from the chaos of memory. Stories a little bit true, a little bit false, and the rest just made up. Only inside our stories,
in what is said, and unsaid,
do we discover the light and shadow of that worth touching,
of all that is human ~ zachary jack marcus
Monday, April 8, 2019
Truth
There are two kinds of truth:
The kind that gets bent and manipulated for someone’s self-interest...
...and the kind you carry inside and know is real.
