And Dead at 100
Knowing what the islands
look like in color and from a distance maybe changes everything.
The sweat, the slope, the
weight… knowing what it feels like maybe changes everything.
Having heard the actual screams and
cries of a woman in her tantrums thrown over lesser challenges… knowing that
makes me understand (or at leas imagine that I do)… understand how he hears,
sees, and keeps moving.
Just lets it go.
Sometimes there’s something
to the stoicism that I do appreciate.
Something like wisdom or ....
Something that serves to energize and motivate.
The blue down below and the wide-open sky above.
And how nothing is said.
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