Monday

It sounds like he died but he didn't.


Picture in honor/remembrance of rambo.

You wouldn't think that I would see Orem as an adventure.
Or that I would miss my family [and my dog] when I'm only 12 minutes away.

However

Both of these happen to be true.

I haven't cried yet though.
Which is truly an accomplishment if you know me.

I suppose I really just need somebody to come home to.

on 1/26/2009

2 comments:

Cassee January 26, 2009 at 9:20 PM  

He's got crumbs on his mustache!

Jessie Gold Price January 27, 2009 at 7:47 AM  

you live by yourself? Kar Kar! That is so cool! If you ever need a good cry or just want to talk, you know who to call!

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love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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