Posts like that usually make me quiet for awhile, I sort of feel empty afterwards and not like an unburdening of the soul, more like my value system, the one I actually live by as opposed to the one I wish to live by, has had a successful clearance sale, nothing left but dust and shadows.
I could line up folks that know me and I could have them sing my virtues because to those I know I can be genuinely giving but that just brings me even at best.
“And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others?”
I wish I could say I didn’t wish to subscribe to that but somehow a version of that question is commonly posed to me. And I'm the one asking the question.
A random note in my random notes for my random blog for random thoughts for
puppies for cats for for lizard for Apple pie for space cadets for rain for
sleet for the Canadian rapper, Snow…
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I have 1 million notes in my head and 1 million other notes from other
people Kept in the place where my bathing suit covers. I’m sitting on a
tiny litt...
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