"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



Saturday, June 9, 2012

A Summer Night...

A summer night
Bottle of red wine
Words and memories


Empty pages
Empty glasses
Hollow eyes
Time etched in stone
Turned to salt
Pillars of tears


More wine
Memories become a game
Of hide and seek
The night turns cool
The moon turns red


A naked
Lost
Soul
Screams at the darkness



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