What a view whilst driving to (and from) work the other day
Then came night
And then it rained
A very cold rain.
All night, all day.
I seldom use the new camera - just the cell phone for pics
It's just a camera now, because no one ever calls me.
I finally am ready. To do what - I don't know.
Let go of arrogance - fattitude - specialness? Or maybe the past?
Or what, I don't know. I feel sick at the thought of coercing myself
To move on - but I know I can't stay here...
All this beauty literally envelops me, and all I can think of is "Am I fat?"
Or to put it another way - "Where Is Love?" The illusion and the reality of Love.