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: January 2024
The stop and start begins far too
early for some. Places to go.
How we choose to get about the
city, or this life, varies person to
person, day by day.
Public transit is often the choice
for many. Not always as reliable
as we would like, it is there when
we need it to be. Take a seat.
There are few options: streetcar,
subway, or the lowly bus.
Pay the price and take a ride.
Where will you go today?
Travel safely bus rider.
01/21/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on January 20, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
More of a feeling, we see ourselves from
the inside. What does the mirror reflect?
Do we see ourselves as we see others?
Only will we know our experience, yet we
all experience the same seven deadly sins.
Some more than others.
How do we deal with knowing as little
as we do about how someone else feels?
Do we truly know how we should feel?
Of course there is pride, as sure as there
is greed; or envy and the wrath of all that.
There is no delicate balance in this life.
We lust for others. We live for ourselves.
Do you see others as you see yourself?
What do you feel today?
˙© 2021 j.g. lewis
Posted on January 19, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Seasonal depression.
Absence of light, darkness
takes account over too much of our
mind. Albeit temporary, for a time.
Disruptive.
Denigrating.
Deceptive days so short, nights
become long, we are anything
but strong. SAD. It is real.
Random thoughts stain our psyche
like salt on the sidewalk.
Undeserved.
Unfulfilling.
All we know is all we feel and it
is not good. Even confusion
would seem more satisfying.
01/19/2024 j.g.l.
