::imaginative introspection::

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?

Monday, March 30, 2009

Morning Lost

Heart keeps beating, just to spite me.
Eyes open upon daylight.
Wait for the pain.
Eyes close, breath comes-
in short, strained gasps.
Oh yes, I remember now.
Eyes open.
Straining to hear your footsteps
You aren't here- and I wonder why I survived another night.
With slow, careful movements,
I stand and face the day,

1 comment:

  1. This is heartfelt but not in the usual essence, if you know what I mean. And, that is exactly what I like about this piece. Keep writing!!!