::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, August 15, 2011

Sure, it hurts.

Descending into this mind, 
Struggling to mend fractured bits of memory, 
long buried beneath shame. 

Armed only resilience, the battle begins. 

Fear pushes, in an attempt to overrun determination, 
Doubt pulls, in a tug of war with against quiet conviction.  

(These demons got nothin on me. Sure, it hurts.)

Love holds on, still.  
Past long buried memories wrought with fear,
despite the evidence laid before tired eyes.  

Love holds on, still.  
There were good days, 
spent laughing in green cathedrals, 
sunshine blinding any hindsight.  

And now?
My heart breaks, for you.  


  1. Really liked the imagery of green cathedrals.

  2. Ditto what Ditty said.

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