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.
Month: August 2021
Who will ask?
How will we know
what we will never know?
How would we explain
all that has happened when
it has not yet happened?
Who will decide what
is a reason and what is an
excuse? Who will answer?
Who has questions?
08/10/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on August 9, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What you’ve been feeling,
what you have been working
on, even all that you’ve been
ignoring, has meaning and
importance. Even that which
is latent or unexplored will
eventually contribute to the
entire process. Let it happen.
You shouldn’t feel the need
to explain it to anyone. You
can always keep a few secrets
from your self. You should.
08/09/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on August 8, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
We can spend years asking
ourselves the wrong questions.
We often waste our time
waiting for the right answer.
We never exactly know why.
08/08/2021 j.g.l.
