the wise old tree so close behind the window, University students walking up Charter Street, is what I am aware of, strings of connections pulling me from beyond the rooftop lines, raising desires, raising impressions, thoughts that will bubble up, up, up, always up, all the way to the surface of one's outermost shell, where they're to be expressed, realized, or resisted, suppressed, denied.
Over and over, we all make a choice, and we all deal with the consequences. Over and over, we do what is seemingly right, or wrong, and how many of us know which is which? We justify, cloak our actions with veils upon veils of justifications. We reason and stand strong behind our views, no matter how wrong they might be.
Yet, there is hope. Yet, there is goodness. Yet, there is selflessness. Yet, there is beauty. And most importantly, there is the innocence of children, the happiness of friends, the passion of lovers, and the silliness of it all.
Be well and don't be too hard on yourself.
a sunny window view.
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