Zebra Print.

Apr 29, 2010 14:39

Another year has come and gone.
Elegance. Time falls away gracefully.
It dances with our being, we move physically, mentally, theoretically.
Hypothetically, I've grown eons past the person I have always been.
Realistically I am the same, only with more time Xes stamped in the dying red marker above my headboard.
Grateful, though in pain I am walking on. This life is not as my chemically challenged teen-aged mind perceived it. Its easy. Simple. The only regrets are of actions not taken, the only losses are of expectations of possession.
My earlier twistings were more attempts to escape the obvious than honest speculation. I see that now, but what of later?
How many times could my previous decisions bleed into invalidity before I let the waves throw my silly notions against the rocks. Maybe the layers will naturally wear themselves away..
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