cloud songs
We exist, at times silently,
comfortable in our invisibility.
Unnoticeably so.
Unexplained.
We so know, or learn, when
it is time to speak up.
11/08/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
night thoughts 3:23
Posted on February 18, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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The uninformed
indecision of others is
uniformly unstable.
It is obvious at 3:23 a.m..
02/18/2020 j.g.l.
