I put this here because I wanted you to see it.
Seemed convenient...
There was a day, years ago.
(those are real years, not the fake kind
an author might use as a plot device,
but the true passage of time
and crashes of time
and beatings and fleetings and lashes of time)
There was ONE day
and in it I've seen, when I reflect,
the key to my future.
I mark it so. It bears my name
and I call it for what it was
just as I've given meaning to stars, songs, clouds, and words.
Just as I have, in the end, built my own.... world?
Were I able to meet you,
like hooded men meet their old friends
after exhausting years spent apart,
I wou
/ My soul
/ is a man who / /
/ wears clothes / /
/ in the rain, / /
/ but knows / / /
/ nothing of what they mean
/ though the cells of the fabri / /
/
I chose the emoticon below b/c it made me smile. It was among a group of other ones which more closely mirror my current internal state. I appreciated the laugh.
In the last couple of days, I've looked back at different relationships in my life and realized at times that I've really been an asshole. I'd like to think more often than not it hasn't been the case, but with investigation I see more signs of it than I want to.
Regret has been rare in my life and some might even say, if they knew the things I regret versus others that I don't, I seem to have a rather weird sense of the regrettable. Regardless of whether that is true or no, what I