hollow.
i watch a homeless man
across the street
play his accordian, slowly
and i wonder
is it loneliness
or years?
that made his notes
so hollow.
(i am wearing black and red. black for mourning. and red for you.)
i watch a homeless man
across the street
play his accordian, slowly
and i wonder
is it loneliness
or years?
that made his notes
so hollow.
(i am wearing black and red. black for mourning. and red for you.)
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i sometimes wonder that about myself xo
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im fine. just experimenting.
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it’s amazing that something that short and simple looking can have such a deep meaning.. i loved that…
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sometimes the years themselves are lonelyand sometimes the lonliness can spread days out over years,so perhaps it was not one or the otherbut the combination of the two that hollowed him.we are the hollow men.(not with a bang but a whimper)laura
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i wonder very similar things every day.but i wish i could see what you do. xxx
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absolutely stunning x
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ryn: it’s hard to keep it away, that doubt.how long have you been with your boy now? ::hugs::love always xxxx
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Loneliness, always moreso than years, even decades. we are all victims. ((I did not want to be so emptied out.)) ((Noelle))
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this is a very beautiful entry.have you ever been to new orleans?
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I’ve entertained similar thoughts myself. Beautiful piece.
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And I think, he held onto that accordian through it all. ☼
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…….i miss you……. ;;
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‘loneliness is the human condition.’ <333
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reminds me of something else entirely.
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brilliant last line.
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very nicely done.
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lonliness can age your soul.
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update this damn you!
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It’s years. we’re never as alone as it seems. xx
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