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
don’t tell
nobody else
needs to know
i tell my self
there is nothing
to share about you and i
no reason
to tell
unless we can admit
what we think we know
what do you
tell yourself?
j.g.l.
Posted on July 13, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Judgement takes time, even when
thoughts are immediate. Four
years or five. I, then, and I now
(even as few as nine minutes ago)
questioned your motives and
morals. Yet I looked past my
concerns, or was too caught up
in a temporary rush, and never
even considered the impermanent
state of affairs. How do situations
slowly end up moving too quickly?
How do you know something is
over before the end arrives, and
why are you so saddened to realize
it is gone when it might never have
been there in the first place? Why
do you rarely remember, except at
3:12, when you could not even do
anything about it in the first place?
You knew, even at the time, it was
all about timing.
j.g.l.
Posted on June 25, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
A shifting shadow, the curious
moon, drop of rain resting on a
gentle leaf, a song or sound
from a passing car, laughter
caught in the night’s slight
breeze. Exacting opportunities
like these just happen. Naturally.
Sometimes it’s the
simple things that inspire.
Be moved. All day you’ve been
waiting for this moment. Now.
Create when you can.
j.g.l.
