i have never been able to walk past that day

and put flowers in a vase filled with crystal clear water

or laugh looking up at a blameless blue sky

or sigh at the thought of innocent unbroken love

no, none of the above

 

i have never been able to walk past that day

and stay on the road looking straight up ahead

or feel the rapture of breeze on my face

or run into arms of all absolving love

no, none of the above

 

i have never been able to walk past that day

without feeling the slowing down of breath

or my feet turning to unliftable lead

or the sting of tears at the back of my lids

or the wrenching within, the hacking of love

all of the above

 

i have never been able to walk past that day

 

 

 

there might be a day like this in your life… these days are there, they exist, no amount of time or talk or happiness finds its way around them and maybe that is alright or maybe not but they are there and i would like to own mine as mine even if i feel myself die as i do. just read jim morrison on pain again… yeah “your feelings are a part of you. your own reality. if you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality.”

 

 

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