"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, July 28, 2012

How Long?

How do I find release from what binds me?
To be back in the ebb and flow of the living
The times and seasons of humanity
To quietly sleep by still waters
Walk in the green grass of tranquility
Outside of the past and future
In the present time of the moments which make up the hours
When will the balm of healing be revealed?
To remove the splinter of festering pain from my soul
How long…
How long…
How long…
Will it be?
To be free from this depression and the dark night that holds me?
I have to be awoken from my deep slumber
What is wrong with me I ask over and over again?
Was I simply a chore to her?
I no longer know what love is
Perhaps I never did
And there’s the rub isn’t it?
Love’s taste lingers and is gone as quickly as it first comes



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