Sunday, November 10, 2013

Looking for you.

What do you do when you have a great secret?
You keep it secret, right?
Eternity is a long time.

The man in the picture is not me.

He is looking for you.

Friday, August 23, 2013

People like sunsets. People like to look at sunsets together. Every sunset is a sort of dawn to other people on the other side of the earth. All we have are moments. And nice people. I certainly had to stop and take this picture.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

A poem from when I was 19. Unrequited love.
Four Pillars
Four wooden pillars
and four iron bars
keep those eyes of hers
as far as blue stars.
Though I love her
I must let her go,
thus a poor lover,
but her heart must know.
Half my world
must begin anew;
my heart was hurled
into love so true,
but too sadly blind
to wreck on a shore
of unfeeling mind,
blinding me only more.