post-it note?

I did intend for this blog to be about my SLR adventures, but like all things change just seems to happen.

Like Torn Bits of Paper (just in case you were wondering about the name.)

Like torn bits of paper
At the mercy of the morning breeze
My thoughts are littered (I confess)
Disgusted and diseased

Like torn bits of paper
On a canvas of chaos
My heart is broken (I confess)
A mess and lifeless

Like torn bits of paper
In the hands of an artist
I am reconciled (I believe)
A mosaic in his likeness

Like torn bits of paper
Rough edges, tossed and tumbled
I am repentant (I believe)
Moved, aware, and humbled

Like torn bits of paper...

not here, neither there.

A hint of melancholy.