Wednesday, February 3, 2010


sometimes i lay awake thinking of what you must have seen in your lifetime. not knowing anything about where you came from hurts my soul. your kind eyes and scars make me love you so. i wish you could use words to tell me about it all.. for now i will read what i can in your eyes and in the majestic way you carry yourself my dear, dear tolstoy.


Anonymous said...

such a moving image.

in another lifetime said...

I am eating carrots and thinking of Tolstoy:)

VanityofVanities said...

I love that brown, teary eyes of Tolstoy. Too many emotions that is hard to fathom, eh.

Thanks for sharing,
Cathy@embroidery digitizer