Books, Movies, Photography and Fun. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. When is time to let go? Everything comes to an end eventually. Leaves part from the branches,. Nights turn into days, and days strip their clothes for nights. Breath enters and leaves the body born waiting to die? But when does it end,. The crackling of wood burning in the fire,. Where does it stop? .

And yet, without him. We have this habit of defining. The nature of our beast. And an eye for definition. Which may limit, or at least. In a helpful sort of way. There are countless endless junctures. At which our cells could switch. An aging tin of fruit.

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Plaza de san lorenzo has a heartbeat that i trace with carbon ink,. Doves dance a weird bread crumb rap,. A group of old men drinks black coffee, faces held. As silent offerings into the sun. My bones are stiff from winter. A big snow storm brought me here,. A lady with a wand who drags me, talking spanish like big waterfalls, from one window to the next,. A bridge that no one dares to cross.

I Check myself, or I Wiggedy Weck Myself. As one of my friends was charged. A person who uses terrorism in the pursuit of political aims. A fighter for freedom? My friend was tagging an abandoned building.

Thoughts on Relationships and Social Media. Asymp; Leave a comment. In other words, what makes a person so incredibly self-centered and unaware they cannot step outside of everything they know and even entertain the notion this other person has a completely different reality? And now the battle of the generations. I applaud any couple who has stood the test of time, the ups and downs.