some boys are sleeping alone
starting today, i am going to write a little something every day for the next seven. en plein public. for no real reason other than that i want to, just to see what will come rolling out, even when i feel empty, lost for things to tell the world.
today i'm going to tell you about this book i bought for my friend a year ago. it's called friendship, family, love & laughter and it's a book filled with pictures. i loved it pretty much instantly, the title made me smile first, then the cover and the rest. it seemed to breathe love, even the pictures that made me want to cry right there - standing in the middle of the shop. in the hope that my friend would be as enamoured with it as i was, i bought it for her. maybe it will cheer her up when she's sad, i thought.
now, i don't know if it does, but after giving it to her it didn't leave my mind, so a couple weeks later i bought it for myself. sometimes i go through times where i forget i even own it, but i'll always find it again, and it's just. beautiful. it never fails to make me feel.
an old couple, one in a hospital bed, both laughing hard with their mouths open. a dad holding up his adoptive nine year old daughter completely. two homeless men hugging in a centre, one kissing the other on the head. a visibly emotional military pilot hugging his wife and baby goodbye. the quote on the next page, saying where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. newlyweds that have fallen backwards on a hotel bed, her hand in his, wearing matching blissful smiles. an old man trying to climb in through the windo by standing a bike, flowers in hand. young twin girls kissing through a window. fifteen indian boys lying back in the mud, arms raised in victory.
i could go on. picture after picture of beauty, both crushingly sad (the old man crying with his head leaned against his wife's gravestone) and stupidly happy (the kid being flung out of his dad's arms onto a bed, captured mid-air), and everything in between. i'm always smiling half the time as i leaf through the pages, and crying the other half.
and i love it. (if that's not obvious by now.)
today i'm going to tell you about this book i bought for my friend a year ago. it's called friendship, family, love & laughter and it's a book filled with pictures. i loved it pretty much instantly, the title made me smile first, then the cover and the rest. it seemed to breathe love, even the pictures that made me want to cry right there - standing in the middle of the shop. in the hope that my friend would be as enamoured with it as i was, i bought it for her. maybe it will cheer her up when she's sad, i thought.
now, i don't know if it does, but after giving it to her it didn't leave my mind, so a couple weeks later i bought it for myself. sometimes i go through times where i forget i even own it, but i'll always find it again, and it's just. beautiful. it never fails to make me feel.
an old couple, one in a hospital bed, both laughing hard with their mouths open. a dad holding up his adoptive nine year old daughter completely. two homeless men hugging in a centre, one kissing the other on the head. a visibly emotional military pilot hugging his wife and baby goodbye. the quote on the next page, saying where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. newlyweds that have fallen backwards on a hotel bed, her hand in his, wearing matching blissful smiles. an old man trying to climb in through the windo by standing a bike, flowers in hand. young twin girls kissing through a window. fifteen indian boys lying back in the mud, arms raised in victory.
i could go on. picture after picture of beauty, both crushingly sad (the old man crying with his head leaned against his wife's gravestone) and stupidly happy (the kid being flung out of his dad's arms onto a bed, captured mid-air), and everything in between. i'm always smiling half the time as i leaf through the pages, and crying the other half.
and i love it. (if that's not obvious by now.)