Never stopped being amazed. Ever. And for good reasons.

Exactly so!

It is nice to read of this and have it documented. I like how you see into life and then can actually express the ever so sublte awareness without losing that special something that is so elusive. Quite a neat skill you have!

Walking down the sidewalk--the shop windows have me looking at ornate crab-like purses, ok neat--and other stuff a girl should need... on the other hand, there's the curb, some parked cars in the dark--just an ordinary street--no polish, no charismatic oil slick, no damp streetlight reflection, no Black & Mild plastic tit, no Marlboro filter... Just a sidewalk--and on the other hand--neon rooms full of neon things, books about boobies, long black dresses, and shoes that look like they were all made for the same girl--I met her once, but I never touched her. If the stores were always closed we might forget we were in 3D, and all the shops would blur together, like the craters on the face of a small stone, that's asking with a poignant weight to be thrown with weakling arms, some microscopic distance, not even into orbit. All haste, just the rustling of leaves at the edge of some massive parking lot--or the swirling of moondust round the wheels of an SUV stuck after too many centuries parked on the moon.

keep showing your works of art. I want to be amazed. Although, remember I take one day at a time. That is all. I could die tomorrow. But, God is in my hands helping me through each and everyday. Shari