Bon Iver is mending the stone wall that separates our property from the neighboring farm. I watch him as he lifts the fallen stones from the ground, taking careful stock of each one, examining them for flaws, determining which belongs where. He is content with this task and pauses briefly to admire his work. I wonder how those capable hands, which spend the day rebuilding many broken things, can so easily undo me.
Vista Mountain Green (by Moeez_Iqbal)
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two years ago i had the whole world at my feet
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i don’t know where i’ll be next year or what i’ll be doing. not that anyone ever knows for sure, but i don’t even have the luxury of expecting something certain in the months to come. if i let myself be anxious about it all of the anxiety possible will flock to me. so i must keep any anxiety at bay.
everything’s very up in the air right now, so i’ll be there too. i’ve pulled up a cloud and i’m devoted to sitting on it until all of it floats back down.
