With the passage of time, one observes the change in nature. A tree, which once pierced zenith, reaches the brim of extinction upon the arrival of a storm. The magnanimous effects of aging. Brazen, it’s grazed by the memories of its youth. The memories of might, whence it was indomitable. An era of victory over nature. Braving one storm after another. Sowing its seeds of wisdom … Continue reading The Aging Tree
At the end of the day the smile on our face MATTERS! (c)boringbug Continue reading We Matter
There lies a hope in complaint. ©boringbug Continue reading Hope
I looked at her, mortified and blushing, dug myself deeper into the newspaper. Or that’s what I pretended to only to realise I was holding it upside down. ©boringbug Continue reading Mortified
As I turn off the porch light. I feel like a fragile traveller heart burdened with necessities. Sky searching the chapters of life. That is all, the crudities, the superficiality. Yes and yet, I shall not forget the privileges of the time gone by in the long, stream of eternity. Left cold to die. ©boringbug Continue reading Fragile Traveler
His ubiquitous self destroyed within. (c)boringbug Continue reading Ubiquitous
The boring bug 