Sunday, October 19, 2008
- I miss you
- I'm only a tiny crumb
I really do wish I could feel what it's like to be as great, as a person who is missed must feel. Instead I took a walk and I thought about workmen who makes holes for a living. Some days crumbs get sad and perhaps hole-making builders do to. Some days.
"Do you know how many holes there is in the world... if only we'd ever bother digging them."