A blur of events...
One and a half years of catching up.
Shopping with fun gal pals.
Tripping.
Drinking.
Initiation into a funny stoned clique.
Dee told me about my preoccupation with the past. I am shaken out of my state of denial by a tear shower. A welling resolve to bury the hatchet and all strings binding me to my past, surfaces and for once I let it burst to the surface. I have a past but it shall not bog me down. I am above the past. I have a life so much better, cleaner and honest now.
Work slips into the background almost incongruously. Deadlines don't seem to matter much. A distinct sense of detachment from "i gotta deliver on time" settles in.
A couple of well shot pics of you can be truly life altering huh?
3 comments:
amen. and sometimes those well taken snaps should be mailed to those present when it was shot?
Well taken pics. Somebody scolded me for not emailing pics.
hussssssssshhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..............all fall down...sweetu... its awsome to know u back in gears.....
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