Thursday, November 27, 2008
- 10:06 pm
and here we are. every day brings with it beginnings and ends, with rising of sun to the cold comfort of night. to what end this end has taken place probably holds beginnings written (hidden?) in the stars but i dont know if i want to read them any more; they hold too many secrets to be comprehended without leaving with a heavy heart.
once again things arent as they should be; as they seemed they would be. time ran on and the future away with it; but once you make the move from broken dream avenue back to the (less gold) realm of reality, you dont have as many options as before. yet, every beginning/end must find itself a story and in these stories words are spoken and thoughts are exchanged; rainbows are seen from shoulders and wild animals find themselves back in africa with points to prove. i dont know, ive lost my point so i dont think theres much more to prove; unless the proof itself lies with the significance of having lost the truth of what was,
and then its a return, to old worlds.
nothing fills the holes in time
a story of loss, of regret
and then a break
too late.
fin