Sunday, June 10, 2012

Joy,
I hope you have a great morning and evening.
There is little closer then a sister.
I wrote this when i was 44:
We see reality as babies before our eyes see anything.
Then the outside begins to impose frameworks
of order upon us to keep us in line.
They do a good job.
That narrow white line of light
we cant focus on.
The rest was crap.
Love.