Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour Then leaf subsides to leaf So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay -robert frost-
Monday, January 18, 2010
- 12:26 am
it feels like my days of glory have come and gone, and now all that is left is this ache in my head. i have questions about the futility of being but these are queries that fall upon the deaf (and might i add nonexistent) ears of the sky. and the leaves always seem to whisper these forbidden things to the wind; maybe you should start talking more with other people but you find yourself growing increasingly reclusive; you know what you want but it is a peace that is becoming increasingly difficult for you to find.
i met pam that day. it was like something was missing in our speech; there was little left to say and little left to care about; but for a newly dead familiarity it was like nothing changed, except that by then everything had.
to that end, all you'll be left with are dim lights, cuban jazz and the startlingly black frames of trees framed against a purple, white or blue sky. purple works fine for me though; and we'll turn the jazz up, though just a little bit.
lips like morphine, killing the pain in my head, of the thousand sandstorms formed from days gone past
ill keep my dim lights. you can stay a secret better that way. then again, some people see well in the dark.
the end.
fin
nothing gold can stay
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