Unkeepable

It’s all going away.

Slipping out, like sand slips out from a fist.

You can’t keep it.

No matter how much you try.

It’ll slip away.

And as time goes by

You want to cry

your heart out.

But nothing comes out

Except the sound of your thoughts jumbled up,

your feelings gurgling in your throat.

Unable to make their way out.

There’s no escape from life

The life you chose

Careful what you wish for

Or just go with the flow

Let life have its way with you.

 

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Things Left Unsaid

We say “Past is past” but is it really? Does it really ever go away? Or do we leave traces of ourselves back there that keep connecting with us? It seems that we leave a part of ourselves, a version of what we used to be, in the past, to dwell, to pine, to long for what could have been. This exquisite, haunting post about the past is written by a friend of mine. He knows how to write beautifully. His words, like a pensive tune, echo in your mind long after you’ve read them.  http://wp.me/p7s3yG-6K