Vacillation
Gazing out upon the world through the windows of the soul.
I see passers by also gazing but no one looking inside.
Trapped in the housing of our own finite views.
Dare I open the window and embrace the breeze of social change.
Shall I welcome happenstance into my hermitage.
As another day passes in contemplation, I close my eyes.
Perhaps tomorrow.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Thursday, August 1, 2013
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