World, I am coming to get you..

photo by Shawnte Salabert



you have been warned.


Or Wardened.

www.myspace.com/thewardensrock

i want to go to there.

everything in it's right place.

Home Sweet Home.

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.