once you let go, you realize there was nothing to hold on to.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Every morning while walking my dog, I pass a corner, where someone is building a makeshift alter of sorts. There is always something different, randomly added to it, or taken away. I take quiet inventory, and don't think much about it. Until this morning. Previously, I thought it was the work of one of my neighbors (I live across the street from a halfway house for the mentally ill...)
Anyway, today, there was a new addition to the alter if particular interest
I know most of the time I come off as being a guarded and jaded, but deep down inside I am a hopeless romantic, and sometimes it's inspired to surface...
...Bill, please don't give up on him/her...