... belonging? we give our hearts away the way we offer a balloon to a child; we say, “here is something lovely,” never mind it is striving to get free, pulling taut the tether and seeping its precious gas at the same time. i am always conflicted by balloons: to keep the thing and slowly watch it become flaccid and useless, or release it to its born destiny and my sad euphoria.
... why does life have such devastating choices?:)
Nah, just kidding. Great write, Grady.
Regards, Evelyn.
Love Tinka
... why does life have such devastating choices?:)
Excellent
Love hugs peace
Peg
This is high volatile perfume that came in small jar to please the noses of all scholars.
You have passed the message to me, Poet!
Healthy happy Sunday!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
I don't have colour of that belongs to me,
My colours are what others see me...
that -
I am of no heart,
no feelings.
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o(