a reflection
Life isn’t a river, the branches go the wrong way.
Life is like a tree with a thousand branches ending in a thousand directions,
and the one bud growing at the end of a single chosen line,chosen by roulette of choice and fate
sometimes toward the light, sometimes not,
sometimes bent one way by the wind, sometimes defying a gale.
And sometimes its branches blindly encounter others in the forest,entangling for a while.
and every branch is not just a woody line, but bark and veins and cells.
beautiful heartbreaking complexity. I … cannot… comprehend
Posted on Monday August 2nd
