There was a time in which antique shopping provided a reprieve from the present and provided for a future adventure. While the shops pointed to the past, they were like comfort food for future stomachaches.
Now she went in them and felt nothing other than the need to sneeze. Nothing was enticing for there was no more new spaces to fill. Everything was already to the brim. It was at that point in her life where space needed to be made or otherwise things would remain static.
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, photography, Psychology
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The Old Antique Shop Reminds me of “William Shatner’s” Great
Grief With Tears Leaving the Orbit of Earth into the Arms of Nothing
Nothing Yet Darkness Above (For Real)
Suddenly He Looked Down
At A Most Beautiful
Green Blue and Brown
Orb With Intense Grief
of Never Truly Appreciating
Home Again He Had No Idea Before of
The True Realm of Home Still to Explore
And Yes
Dear
Miriam
Keep Safe
i Do Wonder
if He Ever Explored
Even Deeper Within to
Find A NeW UniVerse NoW to Create Even More..:)
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