sloth v2.5
07June2005 | 18:30Back | Forth
Mood: wilted
Sounds: neighbor kids screaming their fool heads off

some things

some things will come,
and some things will go.

into the sorted piles of stuff go items juxtaposed that i thought never would be lumped together. memorabilia of times i can't or won't forget. the memory is fine, it's just the bilia that has to go. here are things i need to keep, and over here (the much bigger pile) are things i should get rid of. i can't take it all, so... things to toss, and things to save.

some things we see,
and some things we see not.

i remember looking into each and every one of your eyes, plumbing the magic contact where eye meets eye. eyes may have shades, shadows, and blinds, but they still are windows to the soul. what mementos exist to capture that?

some things are felt,
and some things are known.

right brain, left brain, primal brain, why not use your whole brain to wrap around it for all the good it will do, cause there is no think in how i feel, it's just the think that mucks up the description. labels work for stuff up on the shelf, but not for people, so much. the more they describe, the more they confuse.

some things have gone away,
and some things have come back.

the going away and coming back look strange to old eyes, accustomed to envisioning different futures. the futures have changed, just as they always do. so has the past, though seldom believed. the past is rewritten one eye-blink of time to the next, until we look around and wonder, 'were things really that way then?'

some things may sting,
and some things may soothe.

it is the stinging and the soothing that lets you know you're still alive, and one cannot truly exist without the other. pain, pleasure: these, too, shall pass. and once past, what remains?

some things make sense,
and some things do not.