—THE END COMES TOO SOON, LIKE DREAMING OF
ANGELS
…You can take just about anything for granted
and not realize it, including breathing.
…Sometimes it can be a challenge, just trying
to size up the morning.
…The things you can count on one hand are
probably the things you should either reconsider or not trust in the slightest.
…It’s probably not a good sign if someone has
to ask you if you love them.
…You can love too much, or not enough. You can love and never really know why. You can spend all your days loving and
loving.
…I guess we all have selective amnesia from
time to time. Sometimes it’s defensive,
other times it just happens for no reason whatsoever.
…I read someone’s bio where instead of best-selling
author it said Worst Selling Author. Made
me chuckle.
…This is the week I’ve been waiting for
forever.
…When you’re out picking fruit for hours and
hours, there’s a lot of time to think, and that’s not always a good thing.
…Think too hard and long about all that’s left
behind and it can crush you.
…Look how far we’ve traveled on those roads,
full of potholes and landmines.
…Here are three pieces I had up at Ghost
Parachute in the last month or so:
…Some questions have no answers no matter how
many times you slam your head against the wall.
…I haven’t had a drop of alcohol in 60
days. I don’t know how much that changes
anything, but I did it.
...Those blueberries, man, they’re everywhere,
and lucky me, I got this happy ditty stuck in my craw while picking them
yesterday in the sun:
…You could be anywhere right now and I wouldn’t
know.
…“And
death, we think, happens only once.” Dorriane Laux
…“The goals
we pursue are always veiled. A girl who
longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after fame has no idea
what fame is. The thing that gives our
every move its meaning is always totally unknown to us.” Milan Kundera
…I don’t know about you, but I’ve got to write
it down, even cryptically.
…“We all
live slapstick lives, under an explicable sentence of death.” Martin
Gardner
…You could sit in this extra chair I have right
there. You could be the therapist that
finally makes me safe enough.
...And happiness? It’s anyone’s guess.
…If you can figure out what I need, would you be kind enough to leave a note?
...And happiness? It’s anyone’s guess.
…“Hey,
where did we go? Days when the rains
came…”
…But wasn’t it beautiful?
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