A weight descends upon me, driving me into my emptiness, leaving a solid block I cannot carve – Kaaba’s stone. Each day I say less and less. Everywhere I turn is holy.
A weight descends upon me
Originally published: Dec 2003
Originally published: Dec 2003
A weight descends upon me, driving me into my emptiness, leaving a solid block I cannot carve – Kaaba’s stone. Each day I say less and less. Everywhere I turn is holy.