Even if I did, I would still walk and wander and find ways of getting lost.
Bought this polo shirt weeks ago and only really noticed that its print echoed Fred Perry’s logo.
Always good to see things for what they are, but more importantly for what they could be. In this case, I first thought these squiggles were thoughtless/purposeful graffiti.
Even if my toe caps were buffed and thus burnished, I really have no interest in relishing winning.
I find such pride suspect.
Best to look forward to what life still has to offer.
I’ll put my feet up when I kick the bucket.
Now that I look at it again, don’t these bright scribblings remind you of saplings?
Leaves that whisper the many names of the wind.