Thoughtful sorrows
give the hands of the tomorrows something to grasp onto. There is nothing more
delicate than a broken heart. There is nothing more delicate than not knowing
where to start. You and I have been here before. Swimming in the middle of the
desert. Empty handed, you and I disbanded. A thirst quenched within the sands
of the hourglass. A hug which is misses within the hands, which have now
passed. There is nothing more to say, to write, to deny, or to fright. Only the
loss of time is what I regret.
G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness.
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