Some didn’t understand.
I did.
She preferred darkness. This was where she went to disappear.
That is where I found her.
Month: November 2018
The ticking of a clock on the wall was the only sound in the room. He was trapped like the dead fly positioned between the dusty glass and bulb.
I remember you
The one who forgot me
Write one perfect sentence, then another.
It was obvious. Jacquie was a resourceful woman. The girls’ outfits bragged of a mother with keen instincts, one who shopped the high end fabric rolls found in the discount bins. Clearly, Jacquie had a flair for design. Drapery toile on children and Voque details suggested an amateur nod to couture.
Your legacy is the love you give.
Someone I loved once said, “make beautiful memories.” When it comes down to it, our memories with loved ones sustain and wrap us when we’re numb. Like an internal compass, memories guide us home. We’re in this game of life, together.
To family, followers, and friends, near and far, I am grateful for your presence and love, for the memories we’ve made or have yet to make.
Happy Thanksgiving. Raise a glass to us. x
amor fati
humanity
and the sky weeps
to remind us of our humanity
Under the Rain
Mathieu Thiebaut
