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.
Category: open space
We are what we are. Formed by where we have come from, influenced by many people along our path, we are the way we are because of cumulative life events.
It all adds up, but is not the sum of our self.
The seasons and the years of our past remind us, often, of where we have been, but that is not it. We are more than our troubles, greater than our achievements and failures, and more significant than we realize.
We need to shift our thinking from what has happened to what can happen.
Look ahead.
Keep changing.
Put the distance between what you were so you can go the distance and see what you can be.
j.g.l.
Posted on October 18, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Violence at night,
a shooting or two.
Sudden death.
Déjà vu.
Homicide
never pretty.
Someone was killed
last night
in this city.
10/18/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on October 8, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
People don’t know what
you do until you stop
doing it. Often you don’t
know how you feel until
you stop feeling it.
Ambiguous thoughts, at
best, how, can you know
at 3:35 a.m., what you will
feel in the morning. What
about the rest of the day?
Will people do what they
say? Will you? Or will it be
another day of strident pain
and unsatisfying results?
Only you will know what it
feels like.
j.g.l.
