Once upon a time, I wanted to know what love was. Love is there if you want it to be. You just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away in between the seconds of your life. If you don't stop for a minute, you might miss it.
I wanted to freeze time. I wanted to savor that moment, to live in that moment for a week. But I couldn't stop it, only slow it. And before I knew it, she was gone. After the door closed I felt like the last person on Earth.
The good news... is that you're the pilot.
it's been a long week. a week that i feel strangely detached. i feel distant from many things and places and people. but most of all i feel detached from myself. it is as if i'm not existing and my shell has been taken over by someone else. but i know it's still me.
what has taken over me i don't know. what came over me i really don't know. and now i still don't even know what is going through my mind, my soul, my heart. it is like there's something trying to break through. or has it been breaking or has it always been there.
fragmented bits floating about. i should reach out and touch them. feel them. remember. recall. piece them together. but the pieces don't fit. i think there're more than just one puzzle. who am i. am i part of it? deliriously counting. thinking. wanting. pushing away. coming and going.
and the picture and the image and the photograph that's etched in my head. fading. unfaded. faded. unfading. falter. faltering. who what where how? now.
and the pieces that fit they seem far away. but near enough. a mirage that will disappear and may never show its face again.
i think i'm thinking not. there are unknowns. uncertainties, struggles. pain. and hurt. happiness. surrounding us. me. happiness is it only short-lived?
at the end of the day it's still me myself and i.
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