Like the rustle of the wind in the leaves, the echos from the heart, home calls from within. The Spirit of a Child. The spirit of a child is a fragile thing. It thrives on freedom, but requires boundaries. But needs the nearness of a parent. The spirit of a child is a fragile thing. And sometimes I wonder why God. Should have entrusted each one. To the care of such rank amateurs. Did He not know we were barely free.

Specially flown in from Xanadu, by.

Never lose the child within you. Sometimes our life is like drawing straight lines on a piece of paper. We draw a thousand lines each day and most of them are imperfect and often cross one another. But in the end, no matter what kind of lines you draw, we must not forget to make a picture out of it. A life soaked in colors. Dreams of painting life with a thousand colors. Crashed to the ground like a bird with burned wings. Seems funny, and unworthy for others.

Once I touched a rose that was so smooth. Like dew light slid off its petals. Of one who loves a paradox. Designed to deconstruct the beauty of smooth-. Things and cold as spilled milk on a dark. Table Intrigued I touched this dark. Rose, its soft tissue fading, a work. Bitter beneath my hand and yet so smooth. O how I long to forget, so smooth, your dark work.

Old Cars, Windows, and Doors. Monday, March 12, 2018. Week 10 - 2018 in Photographs. The week I was suppose to be posting before I realized I had not posted week 9. More images of an icy Eagle Lake. Day 78 - Baldy from Eagle Nest Lake.

Done with such confidence that we seemed bold. Dreams had to be left behind disavowed. Our reputation being built on what we make. Finding smaller hills from others who speak.

What does depression feel like? I can tell you what it feels like.

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