Sunday, July 30, 2017
Where will we go from here? I wish we could be the only two people left in the world. I would feel such bliss. I would entertain you tirelessly.
You have opened me up to so many new feelings. The excitement of your company is something I could live on. Although I do things that make you cry, you must know it is not my intention. I aim only to please you.
You are my muse, my eternal high.
Monday, June 26, 2017
He is on the train from Kyoto to Osaka. It is a 'bullet' train. He closes his eyes and sings the song to himself. He knows it looks crazy, but he cannot help it. It seems appropriate. Their songs were as far sighted and wise then as they are passe now.
Periodically another super express whizzes by in the opposite direction, blocking the view of apartments in front of mountains momentarily.
The journey will end soon. The journey will resume soon.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
It seemed like Italian football was always played in the sun. Just brilliant.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Friday, March 24, 2017
Sunday, February 5, 2017
He is dreaming of walking, running, barking, playing. His breathing is steady. I see a smile twitch onto his face. In reality, he is just a shell, shivering at noon.
Rest in peace Tiger. I pray you are in a green field of happiness.