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?
Friday, February 4th, 2011 (followed by updated entries on Monday the 7th and Thursday the 10th, both written in the present-tense) It gives. Other waters don’t give, like this water gives. 1. It fizzes at you. When you open your jug, carton, box or bottle of water – does it fizz at you? Does it welcome, […]
into the arms of make-believe, you find your solace there cuddled in a hazy inbetween, like you hardly know you’re there -Aun Aqui 1/7/2011. This is just a streaming entry “of the present;” not copying anything I’ve written down in the past week.. nothing old, this will all be new (unless I decide […]
Today is Wednesday. At Cracker Barrel, that means that a herd of elderly folk will be rushing through the swinging wooden doors to claim their personal, weekly chicken pot pie (with which comes no sides, because the vegetables are IN the pie). At Panera, that means garden vegetable with pesto soup is available and is […]