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The Broom and Dustpan, Please.
Opaline glass tears fall down her face
sliding slowly past her chin, pausing,
then crashing to floor, shattering into
miniscule fragments of old memories.
The pieces of pain displayed,
tiny things that built the past, broken,
laying there for her to see, for her to
sweep up and throw away, maybe then
she can start having better days.
Let that shit go.
sliding slowly past her chin, pausing,
then crashing to floor, shattering into
miniscule fragments of old memories.
The pieces of pain displayed,
tiny things that built the past, broken,
laying there for her to see, for her to
sweep up and throw away, maybe then
she can start having better days.
Let that shit go.
Published 19th Nov 2019
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My photo of random stuff I've found along the way.
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19th Nov 2019 00:31am
Yep; let it go.
This reminded me of a personal experience I had once. Tea with "Old China" ( that was his nickname ). We were discussing my fear of trusting others, and he said one of the wisest things I've ever heard. He told me I guarded my heart like a rare vase, afraid it would break. And that I spent so much time trying to guard it, that I never ventured far from it to experience what life had to offer. He told me to let the vase fall - let it break into a thousand pieces - then sweep them up and dump them in the trash.
"You will never have to worry about it breaking again."
Once I fully absorbed that - I discovered he was right.
"Whatever comes let it come; whatever stays let it stay; whatever goes let it go."
Wonderful reflective write, nikki.
Is the top part of that photo in reference to the early bird gets the worm?
This reminded me of a personal experience I had once. Tea with "Old China" ( that was his nickname ). We were discussing my fear of trusting others, and he said one of the wisest things I've ever heard. He told me I guarded my heart like a rare vase, afraid it would break. And that I spent so much time trying to guard it, that I never ventured far from it to experience what life had to offer. He told me to let the vase fall - let it break into a thousand pieces - then sweep them up and dump them in the trash.
"You will never have to worry about it breaking again."
Once I fully absorbed that - I discovered he was right.
"Whatever comes let it come; whatever stays let it stay; whatever goes let it go."
Wonderful reflective write, nikki.
Is the top part of that photo in reference to the early bird gets the worm?
19th Nov 2019 00:36am
Cool wise dude!
I bought it at flea market in Royal oak Mi
I believe thats what it means. My rabbit in hat is a Hagen Renaker I love those little fuckers.
I bought it at flea market in Royal oak Mi
I believe thats what it means. My rabbit in hat is a Hagen Renaker I love those little fuckers.
19th Nov 2019 00:39am
19th Nov 2019 1:34am
Once again lovely heartfelt words ... Am drawn to your pic ... The early bird gets the worm hits me ... Oh, and to make an omelette one has to break some eggs ... Bless and much love ... ..
19th Nov 2019 1:36am
19th Nov 2019 10:34am
Beautiful reflective write you got here Nik, i guess in the end we realize holding on to things will just mean we're guarding something else..but dammit as humans it takes us a lifetime to figure it out.
19th Nov 2019 1:50pm
19th Nov 2019 11:46am
Figuring out what to discard and what to keep-that's no mean feat.
Often the memories live within an object or token of a moment, the artistic aspect is pleasing...many of my keepsakes are tied to friends/family...if or when one is lost in some manner...it can be heart-breaking...other times it is a release.
some have no sense of attachment, so the emotive is never-present or rarely to objects...objects help my memory for its details
Often the memories live within an object or token of a moment, the artistic aspect is pleasing...many of my keepsakes are tied to friends/family...if or when one is lost in some manner...it can be heart-breaking...other times it is a release.
some have no sense of attachment, so the emotive is never-present or rarely to objects...objects help my memory for its details
19th Nov 2019 1:51pm
I love stuff lol boarder line hoarder.
If its old I want it. I can remember where i got everything. All my art found me.
If its old I want it. I can remember where i got everything. All my art found me.
25th Nov 2019 2:55am
