Island of your words unsaid

Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings:
On oily doldrum waters, in the speechless sea a lonely island lies. It’s soil is filled with crosses and on its craggy shores rotting carcasses of moored intentions are scattered, spread There stories never told are feeding vultures and what’s common sense is dead. You reach it through…

islands in the sun

Originally posted on guavarilla:
? No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s…