Tuesday, November 15, 2011

I guess I can just go back to fishing.

Sometimes I look around and everything makes sense, somebody has already organized my shelves and labeled my thoughts.

Today I don’t know.

Yesterday nothing made sense. Tomorrow is so stormy.

I love facts, he said. I love stories, they said.

I dreamed that once and it was so real, when I woke up I never figured out where I was. Today I still don’t know.

Inspired by Peter, John 21:3f

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