everything white gets stained, everything beautiful is ravaged.
Such as she, a ‘caged-bird’, a ‘captured-butterfly’.
Everything beautiful and vivacious will be tainted and lose its luster: people, nature, things….by people, no?
From Witches of Eastwick:
Are you married?
Good question!
You see? Brains.
The answer is no. I don't believe in it.
Good for the man. Lousy for the woman. She dies. She suffocates. I've seen it.
Then the husband...complains to everyone that he's fucking a dead person.
And he's the one who killed her. Where is your husband?
Dead.
Sorry, but you're one of the lucky ones. When a woman unloads a husband or a husband unloads a woman... ...however it happens... death, desertion, divorce.... When that happens, a woman blooms. She blossoms. Like flowers. Like fruit. She is ripe.
That's the woman for me.
♥ the feel.
Now doesn’t this make you want to be there? Away from the snow, winter jackets, bare grounds and trees.
Now let’s go frolic. Wait, what? It’s only a picture and not real life?
…That hurt.
Amazing photograph, I did not realize that it was a photo until I read the descriptions!
Description by the photographer:
The tree - your neural network, your brain
The fruits - your memories
The birds - your outside world
and, the cocktail - your dreams!
I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately, mostly of repressed thoughts and emotions.
Wishing the dreams are as black and white as it is shown in this photograph, but of course, just as the way things are in the word…it never is. They come in waves, perpetual retreat and approach. Never a clear answer to their purpose.
What are some of your dreams and do you understand them?



