before we get too old
it is ten years since i swam in the sea.
the young do not know, that this is life, we thought it was a preparation for something
a lengthy dress rehearsal in which our little errors do not matter and our costumes may be incomplete or pinned together.
someone should tell us no, there is no rehearsal, and no return. this is the river you cannot step into again.
i am tired now, i am tired for the first time. i have been wearing myself out in the rehearsal for seven years. I want to live. i want to shut my eyes and wade into the sea. bare feet on white stone and sand. i want to walk into the sea up to my neck, and forget the world.
the young do not know, that this is life, we thought it was a preparation for something
a lengthy dress rehearsal in which our little errors do not matter and our costumes may be incomplete or pinned together.
someone should tell us no, there is no rehearsal, and no return. this is the river you cannot step into again.
i am tired now, i am tired for the first time. i have been wearing myself out in the rehearsal for seven years. I want to live. i want to shut my eyes and wade into the sea. bare feet on white stone and sand. i want to walk into the sea up to my neck, and forget the world.