
remember us as your family.
Musings that nourish.
A walk down my own street is rarely what it takes to feel overwhelmed with perpetual poetic verses, emanating through limited human lucidity. Wilted wild flowers waste unto tire worn pavement, whose dying colors sing of nature’s indifference; constant is its tune of brief endings, of births that soon follow, and of growth preceded and proceeding without influence of human thought or will. Knowing of a song greater than my brief existence thus, greater than brief existences for all held loved and dear, sought when overwhelmed with absurdities of my own life, and whose forever gentle melody plays and surrounds examples significant and insignificant, provides an unmatched grandeur. Sadly liberating it remains knowing of so much beauty observable from the relative grain of sand that is my own life, while sadly liberating it remains knowing no others see as I see. Liberating as I am completely free within my understood significance, and sad are the pangs of grief when knowing I remain unable to show what I perceive in full.
I wish all of you an excellent weekend.