Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.
Do you like the image of yourself?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Love like a cancer. . .
laugh loud and lilting you sing with sparkling eyes take a moment watching smiling eyes wonder at reasons but respect decisions still the not so hidden thoughts of mind and soul can't fill emptiness drive away somehow trying understand, know even with you close but distant
I'm still alone.
words fill my mind hours later I dissect every glance moment not with regret but somewhere sadness longing you tried to understand thankful, without knowing attempt to comprehend
love without expecting but wanting all along
handle being broken so long.
I go on alone each day one step one time I recall my training -