Today I am suffering from nostalgia; I have this powerful desire to reconquer everything that I have possessed long before space and time took it away from me. My mind has traveled long distances, to the moon, the stars, the dark blanket of clouds, down the soft warm earth, with trees of such wisdom where the epitome of patience is marked on its branches, each wrinkled bark, with a story, with a mystery, with a life.
My mind never ceases to journey through paths of long forgotten tales; it walks through the pathway of forgotten liaisons. Each pebble of time I am hoping to reach the man I freed from my greedy grasps not so long ago.
I am enveloped with fear, dreading the moment when I would loose my grip into this unknown, a battle of hearts and shadows, and a masquerade of bony sorrows. A picture so vague, threatening to disappear any second now.
That is what I am feeling right now. I dread remembering, and I fear forgetting (you), forgetting the one true thing that brought me to Love.
12/23/4
8:05pm
My mind never ceases to journey through paths of long forgotten tales; it walks through the pathway of forgotten liaisons. Each pebble of time I am hoping to reach the man I freed from my greedy grasps not so long ago.
I am enveloped with fear, dreading the moment when I would loose my grip into this unknown, a battle of hearts and shadows, and a masquerade of bony sorrows. A picture so vague, threatening to disappear any second now.
That is what I am feeling right now. I dread remembering, and I fear forgetting (you), forgetting the one true thing that brought me to Love.
12/23/4
8:05pm
the day before I broke my heart, the day before I decided to stop writing.
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