A Book Is Completed Only

Let It Be. Silly Song, Really. You Let It Be, It Returns. There's The Truth. You Let It Be, It Drags You To The Ground. You Let It Be, It Crawls Up Your Walls.

We Stumble On, Thinks Jaslyn, Bring A Little Noise Into The Silence, Find In Others The Ongoing Of Ourselves. It Is Almost Enough.

I Sit There Thinking About How Much Courage It Takes To Live An Ordinary Life.

It Struck Me That Distant Cities Are Designed Precisely So You Can Know Where You Came From.

Memory Has A Heavy Backspin, Yet It’s Still Impossible To Land Exactly Where We Took Off.