An acquaintance died this week. A private, lonely man with few friends, no known family. He shared wisdom, but couldn’t live the words. He shared kindness, but didn’t love himself. He exited this place by harsh means. No key to his heart, mind nor the lock into his home. His life seemed to reflect this image of his front door. RIP John
‘Every one of us bears within him the possibility of all passions, all destinies of life, in all its manifold forms. Nothing human is foreign to us.’ Edward G. Robinson re tapping into his acting personas.
you see an alleyway
the doorway just out of view
aggression oppressed
“For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.”
William Shakespeare
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kick marks at the base
old door blocks musty secrets
turn the knob or leave
Humor: “Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I’m tired tonight.” Mae West
Optimism: “Trouble knocked upon the door, but hearing laughter it scurried away.” Benjamin Franklin
Truth: “Life is change. Growth amidst the change is optional. Open the right doors.” SwittersB
