To feel life's ironies is both a blessing and a curse.
Guilt is a green room of pictures of the people you hurt, they are dusty and cobwebs surround them. It is cold but it is also mixed with a feverish hot that cannot be explained. When you look up for relief there is a mirror and the only thing you see is yourself looking at yourself.
Dear younger me,
You are older you without realizing it and older you will remember you knew that. Older you will know you did things out of pain when you did them out of pain, out of pleasure when out of pleasure and out of complete disregard when you did them out of such.
Older you is less forgiving than you are right now, you should think of her every once in a while. She is most proud of the secret moments and most judgmental of secrecy itself.
They say do not let your left hand know what your right hand does. But the right and the left are joined at the heart. Remember that.
The mistress begged she be killed.
But he loved her.
He loved her beyond the realms of time.
‘What will you give me to prove your love’ the Indian asked.
I will give you a vase the European said.
How strange the Indian thought, “what will I do with a
vase?” she said out-loud mistakenly.
“You will fill it with flowers, the ones I will bring to you
when I come back from a long trip” they will remind you of me, even when I am
The Indian was confused...What a strange custom.
Is this how they
prove love? Empty vases.
She should have known at that moment that like that
vase, all the promises he would ever make would be just as empty.
Tidal waves they rise, they fall, sometimes they collide.
We never pay attention to each others waves, it takes too much work. We're so ignorant to our own tide and how it affects others seas, we are violent in speach, action, and even thought.
However, when you choose a path and you stick to it, you find sign posts along the way that help guide you. Strangers provide glimpses of our selves and renouned hope. Innocently, carrying no judgement of our past, they give us hope.
It is so Time to hold on 'or the time to so
ah I love is
a day to remember
A love I can see
I a star
It can be
There no crying
all the want
and my love
I pleased to see
Night my Love
the morning prison
Feeling me with the heart
she is calling
all over the sky up here
Up in spirit the son
Stop but say you are his lady
your love I dont feel
and I all way
I am on my feet
trying to move