11/29/2009

Shoulder To Shoulder

Ambition leaking from a broken bottle. I threw that away. Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor. Jazz muted in the back of my mind. I can no longer hear your advice, but I can still take it. I’m going to make it. I promise I’ll try. The

no, everything is not okay

Late-night thoughts…💭 Holding on to the roots of a brittle tree that gave way in his hands, breaking off piece by piece. New growth replaced what was lost, but as it grew from his chest, it left in its place a vulnerability to be protected, though often neglected. What'

The ride home always seems faster than the ride there

I’ve been pretty quiet for a bit, and to be real, I’m not totally sure why. I think I just got tired and let things pile up or maybe I just needed a breather without really knowing it. Last weekend, I finally did something about it and took

Three Score and Ten

Time, Consumerism, and the Illusion of Joy