Friday, March 1, 2013
Thoughts of you
My thoughts of you keep falling into their
accustomed places, so often now that I'm beginning to wonder if what I'm
feeling anymore is real, or if it's just a habit. There's no way to
really know, you see, and that's a truth I've come to realize with some
dismay... that the memory of life isn't organized the way you or I or
any of us would want it to be - like a story, with a beginning and an
arc and a moral, and characters that
grow and develop, and the resolution of conflict, and then ending with a
lesson well learned, leaving plenty of room for a sequel. It's mostly
just this chaotic mess that only happens to seem like a poem every now
and then, and we want so much for it to be a poem that we learn to lie
to ourselves. And from there we build our delusions, and wreak the
inescapable havoc of hope.
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