Friday, June 12, 2015

the silent type

It is the backside of the beach. Holes in fences, a woman in her garden.

It was the day I decided I would never ask that question again.

Today I am grateful to let go of that hope, that pressure, that "if only", the what you were supposed to do because I said so or I wanted. As always, we are both growing.


Anonymous said...

Listen to the strings

Shea Goff said...

Or the drums here.

Anonymous said...