Outward forms? always working toward the light

Stairs leading into the light

Late walk in winter

I.
At the end of love there’s love
I hope it’s true

II.
I care when I’m bleeding
otherwise I don’t

III.
what we have is what we have
a late walk in winter

(From my notebook
happy birthday Houston.)

photo credits (where not otherwise credited)

“stairs into the light” / by Zoltan Tasi / Unsplash