for when ignorance is bliss

[image: david sims]

"Occhio non vede, cuore non duole."
I guess for him it's true. I don't know what is most appropriate, most comfortable. It's too late to say hello, take a curtsey, write a letter. A dusty Kirby Allstars is still in my possession - do I mail it or drop it off? I'm terrified about coming off as cold or despicable. Sometimes, I feel as though everything I touch will become villified. I've written a letter or two for Laura out of thanks and I've gotten around to reading a couple of recommended books in the past few months. I don't follow through. I am naught but a coward, a fool and I've been wrong. For that, I'm sorry. Gone are the days and I too, will fade away.

in heart of paths ahead, my vision is of philanthropy
steveston is all but dust and wildflowers, I guess.
*sigh*