" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "
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Saturday, March 27, 2004
just another in a sea of dreamers
dreamers are a dime too many but i guess the world makes us this way.
i may be depressed and full of regrets but there are too many self-pitying
dreamers out there. it's beginning to disgust me. i admit there is a thin line
between regret and self-pity but why waste life brooding over such things.
maybe it's easier on me since for myself, it has always been about the now.
it's inevitable that the ghost of regret will come back to haunt you now and
then. regression helps bring you back into perpective but to allow yourself to
be engulfed by it is deplorable. not much other thoughts at the moment.
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