The backward lens Peering within and throughout Past weathered and faded masks Through airs and arrogance All our faces of doubt Nothing hides for long…
Tag: reflections
I wonder. . . What kind of pen Do you employ? Is it coil-bound media Or a sketchbook you’d enjoy? Have you ever been writing…
“If just looking could be so satisfying, why was I always striving to have things or to get things done? Certainly I had never suspected…
My corolla stopped counting mileage some time ago, and I suppose that’s how it should be. It’s apparently a common oddity in several models from that year. She’s stuck at 299,999 and I find it amusing, and really one tiny distraction less.
It’s been quite a year. Much has changed. Much has stayed the same. I have lived in four different places, after being parked for five years… And I’m on the verge of moving again.
What holds true is that wherever we go, there we be. I feel that as vividly as ever.