Saturday, February 19, 2011

...beaten again.

A simpler time in my heart. Times when it knew nothing other than day to day dreaming. It knew not the hurt that awaited it, the emptiness of watching someone you love walk away or hearing someone say goodbye. Later in life it would endure the finding of a dream and watching that same dream slowly fade and goodbye once again rings its finality. Tonight too many thoughts are vying for limited emotions. To see and be offered a taste of the forbidden. Such a sweet temptation but I have become accustomed to the taste of losing, of goodbye. I have come to expect it as time passes. Yet inside I hang on believing. Sometimes I believe the mind does it to keep some sort of sanity in place. Hurt knows no time nor does it care about your past history. The storm approaches again and I seek refuge but find none. I saw the signs and felt the winds shift, knowing then that time was limited yet I stayed. The storm draws nearer and still no shelter appears. Something, someone, somewhere as I reach forward and find nothing familiar. The storm roars overhead and under this made tempest I fall to my knees..

...beaten again.

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