all love is tragic

It's the perfect call on a perfect day at 5:29 a.m. He needs me, and I need to be needed.

"Can I edit photos while I do that?"

"Sure."

"Do you have to listen to me?"

"Sure."


Today I am grateful for a place, a space, an old friend.





It could be that my mouth gets me into trouble.
That may be why I want to keep putting a cigarette in it.
Ridiculous notion I would have a clue on the method behind your madness.
But I still open it, my mouth that is.
Opening my mind before my mouth would be advisable.
I'm trying. my best? trying, I guess.


Grateful for people who are tolerant of me.







It's today already.
Let's you and me call this one the day we can do anything.