I kept trying to feel lightly; I know it’s for the best. But I can’t help it. I don’t know how to be involved with something I love, lightly. Image captured by me at Roosevelt Island, NYC
Sadness is my friend, sadness is my foe. Sometimes I can sit with it and let it be. Other times it bubbles to the surface and boils over, leaving a mess in its wake. And sometimes I let myself just be consumed by it; I submit to it. Photo taken by me at Green-Wood CemeteryContinue reading “Sadness is my friend, my foe”
It was too easy;the lies rolled off your tonguelike flooded waters. Something once peaceful and refreshing,now a messy nuisance. The water expands,the salt corrodes,everything is damaged in its wake.
And so they fall faintly,the tears from your weeping soul. Pic taken by me at the Whitney Museum, NYC