laura

i like windows and doors

because i believe we mostly choose (or not) what we see and open

presently a theme for me, sorry

Laura has lived her life through her daughters’, but now that they’re reaching the point where hers ended, she’s both jealous and afraid. She stares at the front door. Doors. She has never liked them. They’re either open or closed. She’d rather they didn’t exist.

mine to give | Chapter 2 | RELEASED

I have always thought that the glass is half full — which is quite a statement if you knew me. But there is always hope. ‘For what?’ you say. Not for something but for someone.

for you

Everything in life is personal — I mean that “everything” is about | of | for people. Things don’t think or do, and neither do generalizations or ideals. And for all you golfers out there, that applies to golf balls too. Think I am digressing or going on a tangent, from which I could bring myself back but I’ll stop right here and stay the course.

you’re welcome

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I worked in an office where most of the walls and all the doors were made of glass. And loved it. I like to be out. Sounds strange, I know, but it’s what bursts through. Not sure what I mean by it, yet know what the opposite means: enclosed, covered, put away, put down. Oooh!

ok, looking for the darn

glass half empty or full scribble | poem all over creation (in the laptop 🌎) and nope … wait, found it! In an orange (of course) folder on a table next to my desk. It is not pretty (the poem), almost silly, actually, but oh so true to me. The first lines are OK, so I’ll share.

is a glass half-empty or half-full?

half-full

always

since there is something in the glass

it may be ½ full because someone isn’t finished pouring or because someone already drank from it

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january 13, 2001 | me