"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Tuesday, June 12, 2012

1992...

I dreamt about you last night
Before I woke
You kissed me
Really kissed me
Like you wanted to
Like you use to
A long time ago
In the Texas night

Now I am afraid
That it was never true
Never real
All a dream
"Is a dream a lie if it don't come true or is something worse..."
Afraid to go home
To make anywhere my home again
Afraid to close my eyes
To dream
To live

I didn’t know what else to do
I was scared
I thought I did okay
I am sorry
It was the best
That I had
In January of 1992



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