Everything Changes

If you aren’t comfortable with change, how do you cope? Tough. Find away because nothing stays the same, static. Color fades even as weeds grow. The world changes.


There is no going back only. Only echoes of memory.

Being surrounded by hidden spaces. Balconies. Parking spots or garages. Courtyards. Alleyways. Aerial walkways. Rooftops. Stairwells. Entranceways. Bike paths. Sidewalks. Subterranean mysteries. Gardens. Porticos.

Momentary glimpses from the outside in. What story resides within behind that facade of glass or stone?

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