"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, March 31, 2012

I Hear The Silence..."3"


I blink and I am between
what once was and what is
not yet –
Then I hear the silence
And know something

profound has happened








I remember another time and place


Your voice speaking to me
These words…



“Most of the time people meet
They become friends
They spend more time together
Not so with us
We met
We wanted to be friends
But there is nowhere for this to go
So
Now I am forced to move backwards


Away
From you
This isn’t natural
And it hurts…”


(Note: all paintings are by Mark Rothko)
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