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?
Thursday, April 2, 2009
spring
Sun warms skin even as I shiver against that breeze.
I watch you smile, climbing through grass to meet me.
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