December 2011
16 posts
Strange Days
Strange Days float like a haze around me,
they surround me. Everyday, on every corner
they make their presence like a border,
like a threshold you must cross.
Don’t concentrate on what you’ve lost
but nurture what you’ve gained.
Always look up, but don’t think the same
way in every situation.
Instead, spend some time on simple concentration.
Smiles. (A Night of Baby Jazz)
victorioushandofgod:
It was the dead of night when I met Smiles Davis. I had been preoccupied with nothing, eyes riveted to the liquid crystal plastic of my laptop, sacks beneath them begging for respite and repose. Just after 3AM I heard their car pull in.
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