Don't Give Up On Us

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...

brooklyn.

Brooklyn is a promise.

and promises are meant to be kept.

you broke your promise, but I forgive you anyway.

I will always keep you, but that doesn't mean I have to stay.

revelation.

It occured to me this morning, that I spend far more time listening to the things that people don't say, rather than things that people do say.

sometimes silence can be so loud it becomes deafening.

superfine.

For the first time, in a very long time, I am exactly where I want to be. 

greetings.