This “post-a-week” stuff.. I’m in. Let me tell you about a bus full of prisoners and myself. (Huh?)
A post about the drudgery and monotony of living this modern, technologically advanced, intellectually superior, sophisticated and charming life.** (note:… Read more Living for the Weekend.
It’s hard to just painlessly “move past” a wall you’ve painted on for years. You scribbled, stenciled, white-washed, smeared, colored and beautified it.. it was something unique, original, and beautiful – something very “a part” of you, because it expressed so MUCH of you..
and that is who she was.
How can I walk away, without taking a picture?
And how can I leave with a picture, and not take a look at it every once and a while?
How can I look at that picture, and not still see it’s beauty..
and how can I see it’s beauty, and not want to return?