I’ve come to the old echoes again,
know it’s where I’ve been before,
see the same old sun.
But backwards, from all the yesterdays,
it’s still the same way,
who gets and who pays.
I was younger then,
walking along still open,
young and having fun.
But now it’s just a sad walk
to an empty park,
to sit down and wait, wait to get out.
from On Earth
image: gloomy day print by Kristie Bonnewell
Ethyl of Lawnswood Cemetery…
Until death do us part…
Southern Cemetery, Leipzig, Germany.
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I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how could that be. ~ The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Very sad to hear today about the death of actor Paul Walker. So beautiful to look at…a generally sweet guy. The Fast and Furious movies will not be the same for me again…and I love watching them. He will be missed. Image
She is in the middle of her life, married for too many years, and she’s still confused about life. She is both happy and sad at the same time and cannot understand why. Her hair is soft waves and she cares too much. She writes in her notebook, words, works she probably will erase, or rip out and tear up, or pour over weeks from now wondering, how did I come up with that?
Will she blog or write or read? Can she find herself in her groove? Is it too late to find the success she seeks?
She writes elegantly with her pen… If she was somewhere a few people would wonder who she was, what she was doing. Others would not notice her at all.
Image by Janice Treadwell found on Pinterest