Extremes, the experienced in time say, are bad. I know they are for me.
Beginnings and endings confound me no end...they keep me up at night. Yet, I don't believe in them.
I don't care much, for or about, first impressions. Goodbyes are a farce. Unless someday I learn to let go of my memories.
Eyes size up; ears eavesdrop. And we haven't even been introduced...
Across walls, glances, water bodies, atmosphere, and many brushed-againsts, lives go on. Even if we don't know of them. Yet. Or ever.
The world was never a small place.
Beginnings and endings confound me no end...they keep me up at night. Yet, I don't believe in them.
I don't care much, for or about, first impressions. Goodbyes are a farce. Unless someday I learn to let go of my memories.
Eyes size up; ears eavesdrop. And we haven't even been introduced...
Across walls, glances, water bodies, atmosphere, and many brushed-againsts, lives go on. Even if we don't know of them. Yet. Or ever.
The world was never a small place.
1 comment:
Wow! This so resonates with me becoz this is what I felt like when I began my blog after I cudnt go on with the old one..
Agien, I'll be waiting for all that will follow this. :)
Oh and the the pleasure's mine, too! :)
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