Perhaps there is still the matter of beating hearts and the occasional irregularity of blood pressure during certain times of the day, or probably perhaps more during elevated stress situations when certain things are brought to mind. Or that the reclusive shadows during mid afternoons are bookmarks for some earlier time and I keep rereading those pages.
Even as I continue to continue, I lose track of time and in my mind, I know it is still June even if the calendars around town keep saying November is nearly over. We all keep our own illusions, one way or another, and yes, because they are fleeting and the harder you try to hold on to them the faster they fade and the harsher that life fades in after. I think only those who have lost their mind know the secret of holding these illusions together, and forever hold, what we term as the real, at bay. I don't know if June is an illusion, it is very real.
Nov 26, 2009
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