i stopped and looked and made the effort to stop talking and simply breathe in the November air,
it held me tightly. the sounds crept into me and held me as well. 2 forces crushing my fidgets. my normal flash like tremor of perpetual motion.
i was still. i was silent. i was bold in my effort to stand and watch and let it sink in.
there are choices i can make that would make me smile as widely as I was smiling.
then, on the way over the bridge, past the shipyard that amazes me:
the thought that made me rediscover theis blog that no one actually reads but me.
‘i create my own prisons. it is time to start tearing down the walls’.
- martinjohnstone2010 posted this