Living for the Weekend.

A post about the drudgery and monotony of living this modern, technologically advanced, intellectually superior, sophisticated and charming life.** (note: in the following entry, no corporate/company names or titles shall be given, so that I won’t be found in a place of condemnation¬†for recounting my life story) So I was called into the office yesterday […]

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Letters to Melissa, Overtime, and Serving on “the floor.”

It’s hard to just painlessly “move past” a wall you’ve painted on for years. You scribbled, stenciled, white-washed, smeared, colored and beautified it.. it was something unique, original, and beautiful – something very “a part” of you, because it expressed so MUCH of you..

and that is who she was.

How can I walk away, without taking a picture?
And how can I leave with a picture, and not take a look at it every once and a while?
How can I look at that picture, and not still see it’s beauty..

and how can I see it’s beauty, and not want to return?

Aun Aqui

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