::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


He jokes about the struggle,
his self deprecating humor a transparent veil, 
attempting to cover the hurt behind the memory.  

1 comment:

  1. Why do men do that? To cover is not to heal. To cover is not to resolve. Humor has it's place, but I tire of the struggle to understand what lies beneath that. And I want to.