"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



Monday, October 5, 2015

Indifference




A bright light of indifference 
Shone 
On his broken bed
Anxious unbidden feelings flooding his goblet
Turning and turning and turning around
While she stood still 
Silhouetted in the past
Wellspring of memories playing in the Carousel 
A stranger with the lingering taste of a lover
She closed all the doors
While he was opening all the windows
October wind blowing the curtains
Everything warm going out with the candles


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