Wednesday, December 19, 2012

pigeons on wabash avenue

1 comment:

  1. it is painful for me to see this photograph here and to not have multitudes of comments, not that comments are any sort of real marker, but the photo is something...something, you understand? it is as painful for me as each perfect moment slipping away without the proper reverence. and there is no possibility of proper reverence. for proper reference only one moment might be born out of a million and stood before as though an altar, many beats of witness and gratitude before it. but instead this moment is like time itself slicing through us and away. such aching to see it. it goes. it goes.

    but damn and damn i want to pin it down and say, you are so beautiful; i am so thankful. i want to touch it like a rare woman.

    and yet it goes. it goes.