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?
This is a (now, old) entry beginning on 12/13 and ending on 12/17. It’s followed by an “update.” Author’s note: This journal entry takes course over the period of 5 days (due to hectic life). Hopefully the awkward breaks will make more sense now, with that thought in mind. -Aun Aqui ******************* 12/13 I’m always here. Most […]
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 […]