Sunday, March 22, 2009 7:22 PM
packing bags for a 'somewhere'
The ray of sun hiding behind clouds just to the left of my window moved further down leaving the aqua blue clouds pining. And now those clouds are not seen as the darkness of the night enfolds everything. Soon the 7 on the clock will no longer be so permanent as 8 takes its rightful permanence throughout the next 60 minutes.
The difference that the past week brought was an interesting one. One life lost, two trips made and now, one remains. Some call it strength, I call it stuck. Over and again, the journey repeats - with no real way forward and none backward. They speak of Christmas cookies, food for tomorrow and the coming weeks but really, is that what's needed?
This talk of tomorrow bothers greatly as the basis for a now is not yet in place. The days are reduced to hours and minutes ignoring the difference that this very second could make. I do not know what this is or how to undo the missing knots. Perhaps dead knots are not what it seems.
Perhaps my human eyes fail to see.
I sincerely hope that's the case.
Some seem so slow sealing in them transitory permanence. There are those that sail by at paced motions planting assurance for a time that will soon come. More concern is showered on ones that leave in between without care for pleading cries of the lost.
Change, it's ever so permanent. Ever so painful yet beautiful.
Maybe soon, this too will change.
minx wrote at7:22 PM
