::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?

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

unimaginable future

No one told me love would be so hard. 
But here it is. 
And now,
now I'm torn. 

I never wanted to know the meaning of heartbreak.


Yet somehow I know you're here and hurting too. 

Its sick. 
My head aches,
my stomach's turned,
my heart beats
                     just a bit too quickly
when I think of what happened,
between he and I. 

Somhow I'll find it in me to forgive you. 
Because the alternative is


A future stuck with this sickly emotion. 

How easily we hurt each other.
How easily things fall apart.


I have never known such joy. 

I'm not giving up on that.

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