
July. Bright and happy.

Table for Two. 6th of July 2011

September. Black and bleeding.

Table for one. 6th September 2011.
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
No comments:
Post a Comment