I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: December 2019
Thoughts churn, questions
of how it came to this, even
why I am still not where I’m
supposed to be. A mystery.
Wide awake and wondering
at 3:27 a.m.. Is it the mattress,
which now seems foreign, or
has the construct of comfort
changed? Could it possibly be
what has happened to me?
How would one know when
the parameters keep shifting.
j.g.l.
Posted on December 9, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
It’s when your eyes become clouded by judgment, that you look in the
mirror and discover you alone are solely responsible for the perception,
and the deception, you deal with every day.
Release yourself from the ideals and misconceptions that bound you to your current state of mind. Look further, past the imposing self-restrictions, to greater possibilities.
Shatter your delusions.
You can do this.
12/09/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on December 8, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
It’s when you get that feeling,
when you know or when you
believe that you are on the
right path. It could be art, or
commerce, motives, morals,
or relationships.
It is a gut feeling you can’t
even describe but you feel it;
you know it. It is instinctual.
It doesn’t often happen and
it might not always be right,
but just having that feeling
makes it seem like anything
is possible.
You know what I mean?
Follow that feeling.
12/08/2019 j.g.l.
