it really is
all about control
if i lose control -of myself
you certainly will try
to control me
Like this lady, i enjoyed my day at the Museum of Fine Arts. It was the last weekend of a Klimt/Schiele exhibit i did not want to miss.
My fav Klimt drawing exhibited. The innocence and vulnerability of humanity, caught in lines of fragility.
My fav Schiele self-portrait exhibited. I feel like this myself, most days. Miserable with a hint of reprise!
Not all my thoughts are book worthy and not all books are worth my thoughts. Jeanne
This thought played as a movie spool in my head until I finally woke enough to write it in my note taking app. (Finally was able to get rest.)
Most work on my blog will never appear anywhere but here. That is fine! They are written for expression and digestion and then time moves on. No moment is worth so much, thoughts become stuck.
What do the words conjure within you? Should we keep our mouths shut or lay it on the line? Please comment if you feel generous. J