I knew when I first saw you at the top of the stairs – you. Let’s jump into the picture on the wall stuck in color together.
It’s been decided. I’m un-invited to the possibility. You won’t give chase to the chance that this could be something worth talking about. Worth fighting about. Because it has to be perfect, and smooth, and expected. That’s where the opportunity over-ripens and is smooshed beyond usability. Compost is the option. Compost you and me. Written […]