June 2010 Archives
in a way it's a relief
Friday night. The meaning has shifted. It's...quiet, here. From outside: the sound of the highway. People going places. Birds, singing. Lives occurring. There's still blue in the sky; shadows pushed back. I don't know what to say. I'm as empty as a bell. Unrung.
The hours weep seconds.
Those small moments are,
Awash,
In the sorrow
Of the passing, of...
Everything.
Their tears,
Like tiny
Grains
Of
Sand.
"Never look back, Lawrence. Never look back. The past is a wilderness of horrors."
- The Wolfman (2010)
