|Moods - 24OCT16|
There was a young lady I grew up with in my senior year of high school. She graduated the year after me. During that year we became close friends. I had a crush on her, but back then I never got out of the "friend zone" with any lady I was interested in.
A summer later I kissed her, once.
|Empty Rooms - 24OCT2016|
Decades later we reconnected, artistically. We created a space for our art. She lived there. I lived here. We got together one to celebrate and create. While it went well... the paths didn''t merge again. Shortly after, the paths faded into different forests.
As Donald Justice wrote:
Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.