Sunday, March 11, 2007

And so it is...


Somehow time became life's enemy. It seems that years are now remembered by a memory, a token, an instance. What then was then, what now is now. No longer are there depressions, or epigrams, items to mark milestones; those which once were considered stepping stones.

The landscape has been altered. Times periphery-the horizon is changed as minutes are no more. It seems the older you get, the less likely you are to accept change. The more rigid in your ways, the more trite in your words. And yet, it goes on.

And so it is, the falls and springs which propose balance, which allowed for time’s victory over oneself. The seasons of change became the seasons of hopes and dreams, of challenges and now those same seasons have become memory's nightmare. No longer are there blessings in time, sympathy in moments, apathy in seconds-rather a serene anomaly of gratefulness and dread.

And what of those parting nuances that dance and tip-toe around the road less taken; Of the wants and needs which have marked desperation? And of those lost souls, who long to be longed and fear a life not worth living, examining. A soul without its mate. A lifeless soul some can say.


What once was lost may never be complete, but time stops for no one. And life stops not for ones misery.

Just like you said it should be.

1 Comments:

Blogger Ruby Tuesday said...

yet what a difference a day makes, twenty four little hours. i wonder whether it is time that is our enemy or whether we are just a wrinkle in it's aged golden face.

the best is yet to come my love...thanks for blogging again, i missed you!

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