I can always say “tomorrow,” but tomorrow is never today.
What is not done now, may forever be delayed.
And so let us live, now as much as ever,
Lest while living we live not, and while living die forever.
Month: August 2013
Pipes, and fire, underneath the stars,
Smoke, crickets, near and afar.
Cold, darkness, unaware of time,
Sounds, silence, intoxicate like wine.
Friendship, honesty, a shared lack of longing,
Souls, together, impressions of belonging.
The world, distractions, melt away like wax,
Here, finally, a place to relax.
Sitting here, without reason,
telling myself, “it’s only a season.”
But life goes on, one day after another,
each seems the same, nothing new to discover.
I know what to do, to call my own bluff,
but knowing is not the problem, knowing is never enough.
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