Tomorrow morning I fly to New York City. It will be over a month until my planned return.
What good is there in talking but to exhale a sigh from lethargy?
Grimace, wince, turn to ignore in jealousy the blissful ignorance.
I don’t feel part of the various cultures in England. I feel isolated in many ways… so maybe when I travel I’m just as isolated, and that is the closest I will get to being part of anything.
All at once I forgot myself. But only for a moment.
The moment passes.
Blink. Thoughts return. My demise.
Unrequited love’s a bore
And I’ve got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It’s a pleasure to be sad
And yet in our world everybody thinks of changing humanity, but nobody thinks of changing himself.Leo Tolstoy
You might just prove me wrong…
So for at least until tomorrow…
Associate Member of Devon Guild of Craftsmen
Photographer (FdA Degree Level)
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