pressing petals of poppies
/to make a shroud for eternal sleep.
Yellow
/
It was as far as we could go.
/The barbed wire fence, a place to meet and a place to part. There would be no going to the other side, it was as far as we could go, that barbed wire fence.
The people always talked about the weather...but never about the sky.
/She looked at the lady in the mirror, the last bits of youth had fallen off her face now, she had stayed much too long again, but it was such a nice place, the people here had been so kind and always talked about the weather…but never about the sky. She had almost forgotten that she was looking for the sky people, it would soon be time to stop looking in mirrors.
The fire is almost out.
/Last evening of winter will soon be burnt out.
“In a universe of ambiguity...” - Robert James Waller
/With an aching heart, I sat in the field and just watched it melt... and in that moment I wondered if I had ever done anything more beautiful in my life than sit in silent stillness and Watch something so impermanent, just melt away.
On the street where I live
/It’s not unusual to find yourself lost in time on the street where I live.
Hitchhiking again…
gone now...but it was really never even ever there.
/So I wander and wander along,
And forever before me gleams
The shining city of song,
In the beautiful land of dreams.
-HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Light
/Fall
Untitled
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I hold you
/How I broke my fingers to keep from slipping.
a song
/
Land of the Rising Sun
/Jays first time overseas without his parents! but always knew this kid was destined to fly through the sky to far away lands.
