JoeMathew:
Years teach much which the days never knew.
JoeMathew:
Alone in crow'd
JoeMathew:
An old lady
JoeMathew:
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
JoeMathew:
It is an illusion that children are happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.
JoeMathew:
An old abandoned mailbox
JoeMathew:
Morning prayer
JoeMathew:
Fruit sellers under the halogen glow
JoeMathew:
Dock
JoeMathew:
Life is a stage and we are all just players"
JoeMathew:
Recluse in paradise
JoeMathew:
Colors of taste