My Front Porch 16


On my front porch the limbs…
hang low. The porch is a half pink solution to paint spilling. The wallpaper is 13 years of love letters. The cats, the vibrant plants, the cicadas don’t know this pillar of real  Midwest punk hospitality is being turned to student housing next month.

About iknowyouknowmyheart

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again, Fail Again, Fail Better -Beckett Here I am right over there, running into opportunities to stop running and hoping they keep my scent until my prayers are answered and I am brave enough to slow down.

Posted on June 5, 2015, in luck. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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