And now for some whimsy. Is that a mushroom on that cow's back?
Dear Briar, It's raining again today and it mirrors how my heart aches. I could not get you off my mind this weekend. Nothing could distract me. And I tried. I really did. I tried to watch television, to sleep. I even tended the garden. But you were there. In everything. Every bloom, every character. [...]
And it isn't even his birthday!
Son of a B#*&$!!!
I know that we haven't spoken in a while, but I thought it would be best to have a bit of distance between us. I thought it would help with the pain. I thought I could start to forget. That was foolish and I apologize. You are part of me. You always will be. Recently, [...]
Views from the train. Oshawa edition.
Coming Soon: Mobile Artwork
My Dearest Briar, I'm sitting on a train this morning, thinking about you. I'm always thinking of you. It's raining here. I often wonder what it is like where you are. Does it rain? I would imagine if it does, the most beautiful gardens would bloom. Here, without you, the grey skies darken and a [...]
Dear Briar, I write you today because I now know what needs to be done and I know that means the only way I will ever talk to you is by letter. Here, in words, on paper, we can be authentic. Ourselves. We can be together. Out there, well, there can be no we. No [...]