ST148 ... We hide so much.

Fake our love.

We hide from the shadows, lie to ourselves, fake our love, conceal our despair, and act like we're gonna live forever; hardly make amends and take our secrets to the grave. We are human, fucked up, forgiven, forgotten and we do our best, our least and what we do is what we did.

most of my very best friends have been real dogs…. cats, crows, pigeons, squirrels and more, also; humans are more complicated… (-:

I love this life and all its secrets, mysteries, surprises. Won't you come with me a little while and walk along the beach of memory, the streets of hell, the sacred forest and talk of our truth, our honest moments strung out along the line.

I am here for awhile longer waiting for you to open up, say nothing, be nobody, catch the wind in our silent breath and smile….. it was a long weird wonderful weary wavy trail and we made it…. here, amidst the battles, beauty and sacredness of…. everything. We should be proud, under these humble skies.

Sometimes i really wonder what you think….. you could always let me know?

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