Saturday, October 18, 2008
Time marches on
There is a back story; it is a long drawn out explanation of missed opportunities and nothingness. But an excuse it is not; we are adults, we should have known it would culminate in this—conversations riddled with pain, tears spilled on pillows not shared, and voids of human contact. For all its failings, it was a conscious decision made in a time long since passed. My response is withdrawal, yours is confusion; regret is a constant. Despite our best efforts, life continues, and, outside of the stated goal, we get carried away with ourselves. . . .
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3 comments:
Yes.
You spoke that so very well.
It's a rite of passage in so many ways to see ourselves that clearly.
who told you of my life this past week?
its amazing how words can make fears and hurts seem so distant, so not real, so logical and, with the way you write, even pain is beautifully written.
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