#thepassingoftime

My grandparents used to live in a ramshackle house on the edge of Tepe Park. In the backyard, my grandpa had a garden with a hand painted sign that read, “God’s Little Acre. No Trespassing. This Means You.” I think the irony, paradox, whatever was lost on him. They are now long dead and the house torn down. My sister was in town today for a quick visit, and me drove by the lot just to be continually amazed at how a house fit on such a narrow lot. We saw this new sign in the location and were amused. #garden #gardening #communitygarden #tepepark #changingfortunes #thepassingoftime #weareallinterlopers #wearealltrespassers https://www.instagram.com/graphisch/p/BvXcgjah6PK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8udkxi3dvdr8

When I moved to Philadelphia, this statue had a head, arms and torso. How long has it been? 7th Street below Washington Square. #philadelphia #washingtonsquarephilly #thepassingoftime #phonephotography #phonephotography #mementomori (at Washington Square (Philadelphia)) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfAV4JvMd2G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thepassingoftime #utah (at Salt Lake City, Utah) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqVd-GKhWYs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11kzp7bbgimtj

Continuing my Italian theme, I feel this is a great photo to send us all into the weekend! #thepassingoftime #soapsandroses #florence #summerinspiration https://www.instagram.com/p/BnJ-7SzhyG2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18ddua9he43y

End of Summer 2017. #labordayweekend #endofsummer #thepassingoftime (at Uncommon Ground)

She brought me back wishes, desires I wasn't even sure If I would still try to pursue. I was 27 years old, years apart from society, avoiding life at all costs the exception being college. I rarely dive into other people's worlds/realities in a personal level, but I remembered the girl I knew in 2006, and it was a strong feeling. I wish I knew more about her. Suddenly I felt like I could breathe again, with pace and peace, even if my heart was beating faster, talking to her felt like finding home, it wasn't "forced", it was all natural, and I felt better as a man. I've found peace, I've dared to dream, and the better thing: I had a good friend again, even if we rarely talked for long. Every minute was special. So you might think "love" is the only thing I talk about. But, in a way, she brought me back to life without even acknowledging it. Just being herself, being there to listen and make me laugh or to think about things without judging each other. Now the silence between us talk louder than my health. I wish I had an answer. Two, or three. I have many questions... she has every fucking answer. I do not want to ask anything. I just want to talk - I want her to be around... And that's all.

The Passing of Time (excerpt)