In the familiarity of the old cross roads, looking down the spirals that disappear onto the horizon. It seems calm and quiet. A shadow appears and points down towards my feet, and I begin digging. A box was a few inches under the soil. I open the box and find a note. I read the note, place it back in the box and return it under the soil where it belonged. Then I begin walking towards...
People who fly have a different view of the world than those who spend their lives on the ground. A very wise man once wrote a poem while he was flying, and he called this poem “The God’s Eye View,” and he said that this view was entirely different than the view he always had on the ground, which he called “The Bug’s Eye View.” Out there, somewhere, in the air...
I have come back to this blog after a while to begin tumblr again, after getting bogged down in bullshit again.
I need a change, boredom is creeping in and I hate being bored.
So it goes…
Days go on and on…
My old Tumblr is bogged down with so much shit, I thought I’d refresh and start from scratch. Doing this on my phone has just made me realise how limited the iPhone app is, will have to edit it when I’m on the laptop.
Time to reboot
Can you see the real me?