Not everyone likes taking the family photo. There’s usually one or more. However, I’ve learned a great deal with photos they capture moments and moods of many faces. Whether good or bad. Indifferent or sad. We’d come gathering all our emotions on the stage. It may not have been the best of times, yet we’ll remember this one. In love, when some of us are so very young. Some were tired and ready for the day to be done. Some not so sure what to be, even the in-betweens are okay.
It’s a cold October day the temperatures finally cascade into the mid-forties. At 7:25 am in my view the brown leaves scatter along the pavement and the cold wind has found a gentle resting place on our faces. Maybe my place of residence spills deeply in absence of satisfaction. The cumbering roads and missing lights. Street corners and bodegas are quiet for now.
Yet there is a taste for hope. It would be soft and wise to feel hope once more. Surely Hope is salt in the wounds, where we the wicked have crippled ourselves. Surely Hope would bleed the towers of darkness. Surely hope to shelter the pain in our lives that fall like flesh. And hope sharp as a knife. Cooling safe passage, surely hope will strengthen us.
Writing can be anything for anyone but for me it's to express the overwhelming feelings I feel that cannot be said .[Disclaimer : everything posted here will be my own work (p.s. work here means everything written and not the images) unless mentioned otherwise. Please do not copy.]