Ashlandsblog

And there’s light outside. The sound of aliveness stuffed in every corner. Strange is life, everything keeps going. And when it stops, stranger still. I have time to wonder how we all keep stacking bricks of who we are into who we become. And then how small it all is, and how it’s the same everywhere. A radius of reality around, frames you see through and decide to go with. And I’m too lazy, and afraid, and ruthless, and stuck to look at things from someone else’s point of view. That’s what love is, and I’m stuck in my mind instead. And there’s no place to hide now, the summer evening is full of life.