half past nomad

Though I’m not done writing about AM’s wedding the other weekend, whilst there, this came to mind. Its been over a year since such inspiration whispered by, amidst a cocoon of angels, friends and family all in a eery harmony of slightly deviated fracas. I caught the whisper, captured it carefully and gently explored it.

I doodle:

You don’t conquer love
love conquers you.
But you don’t submit to love
love submits to you.

Hope it makes sense outside my head now.

ps: er, it was a wedding, everyone emotional, mothers crying, fathers have something in their eye, brothers finally have their own room – you know how it is.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, June 24th, 2003 at 6:59 pm and is filed under General Lee.