…however, it was the sort of documentary which won’t stand for that treatment, which makes one want to engage with what is happening on screen, inside of the other lives, as though one’s own. And I did!
Category: poetry
One Last Time
I’m terrible at goodbyes. Perhaps I’ve never seen one modeled well. I’ve always found it hard to be clear and just let go. I inevitably leave things sort of half undone for a while, hoping against hope that things will make sense of themselves.
“If We Started at the End” – a poem
If we started at the end, perhaps…
Reflection
I wish I could show you, When you are lonely or in darkness, The Astonishing Light Of your own Being.” – Hafiz
