| Morning thoughts.Here I stand, proclaiming a love
which, like the wind,
cannot be touched or seen
Judged only by its effect
But am I willing to flutter as the leaves,
to skip down the road as the dust?
Or do I stand
hard and fast
unwilling to flinch
(lest I lose the perch
from which I wag my finger
at the unruly litter which passes me by)? |
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| Moving upwards, onwards, and Tennessee-wards.So, my move is officially about 4 weeks away, and it's really starting to sink in that I'm leaving.
I absolutely know with everything within me that I've made the right decision, going to Nashville, but even the right decisions (especially the right ones, I suppose) involve a lot of work, and even more heartache.
So that being said, I want to see you before I go. I'm not even sure who really reads this anymore, but let's plan something, yes?
PS. (for old time's sake)
If it makes you less sad
I'll move out of the state
You can keep to yourself
I'll keep out of your way
And if it makes you less sad
I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint
I will paint myself out |
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| Life is what you make of it. |
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| It's a small crime, and I've got no excuse.I've become very reluctant to actually post about my life on this. However, I'm not good with letting things go, so I'm sure I will attempt to hold on by posting more amusing articles. Once I find one.
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| Volume II.Really?
Love people. |
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