I keep for the things I remember.

I keep fro the things I forget.

I Keep, with a bare heart, the loves I once had and the sorrow that pains me still.

And here is the room of my borne sighing at the gravity of my becoming. Childhood eyes still wonder in marvel and mystery through an aging World gray with knowledge and humanity.

I keep for the things that are lost

In the End our dreams will remember us and carry us away.

An image. A mark. A look. Eternal? Statically moving. Away. Change of direction. With the body. With the eye. A new thought. An old memory. A path and a message. Who wrote it? Who's reading it? A story. Our story. Silence. I am rewriting my story. My foot is my ink. The street a blank page. My day a new chapter. I keep. I lose. I write and {re}-write. Through memories. And through found objects. I kept them. And they keep triggering my imagination.

peep holes were placed in doors for a reason. they are too high for children to reach, that is because children should never open the door in the first place. keep safe. wolves belong in forests not cities, although they can sometimes disguise themselves in plush red cloaks. do not ingest magic mushrooms when peeping,which could alter vision and perception altogether. their appearance may seem enticing, alluring or exotic. when in fact it can be a dangerous thing lurking behind your door.(beneath that cloak is still, not a fox from the little prince, but a big bad wolf, wolves travel in packs to say the least, so keep that door shut and chained, I know I am)

***image reshot from cluadine sia's prints, installed on my front door