Spots Of Time

I lie awake at night envisioning
A trace from the past
This heavy heart of mine, it never fails
To bring me right back
Now I see us walking down cedar lane
Slow in the sunshine fast in the rain
Time moved so swiftly all of those days

I still remember how you used to say
“Something good will come out of this.”
How could I break away from you

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him. She was starting down,
Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.
She took a doubtful step and then undid it
To raise herself and look again. He spoke
Advancing toward her: “What is it you see
From up there always? - for I want to know.”
She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,
And her face changed from terrified to dull.
He said to gain time: “What is it you see?”
Mounting until she cowered under him.
“I will find out now - you must tell me, dear.”
She, in her place, refused him any help,
With the least stiffening of her neck and silence.
She let him look, sure that he wouldn’t see,
Blind creature; and awhile he didn’t see.

—Robert Frost, “Home Burial”

Do humanity a favor and everyone get off your damn self instituted pedestals and look each other in the eyes and say what you feel or think…even if you have nothing to say at all still look and still listen and be REAL in defiance of this 21st century bullshit

Do what you can, while you can, where you are.

—Theodore Roosevelt

Mini road trip, baby steps 
Entering a new phase of summer

Mini road trip, baby steps

Entering a new phase of summer

Pulled in all directions

Why does everyone sacrifice their purity so young? Why is nothing precious anymore? No room for vanity.

"They become desensitized to the things as they get older that make them become less and less of themselves and more of what the world turns them into"

this shot is so eerily reminiscent to me of the final picture that chris mccandless took of himself before his death…they’re similar in a lot of ways…searching for truth…both such heroes

this shot is so eerily reminiscent to me of the final picture that chris mccandless took of himself before his death…

they’re similar in a lot of ways…searching for truth…both such heroes

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