Sunday, March 8, 2009

What...


What is in this messy room that makes it feel so alive?

The afternoon light through the patio doors, the open books on the table, the laptop, the skates on the floor?
It’s as if Taylor would come in again anytime , he’s just been there, the air still has his scent..
And study for a test, chat with his friends, dream of the future...

3 comments:

pochaco said...

Rich, thank you for re-posting.
I really love how very subtle yet deep the message of this post is :-)

TNbuttman said...

There's poetry in your soul, richman... poignant and profound.

Anonymous said...

Rich, you are awesome!, P>S> i think you can still se taylors indentation in the chair