"...life is only the mirror into which a man gazes not in order that he may get a reflection of himself, but that he may come to understand himself by that reflection; that he may see what it is that the mirror shows..." — Arthur Schopenhauer, Feb 22, 1788
Friday, March 12, 2010
Az ur picture blurz…
I grope
The memories
I try to feel
The heartache
I memorise
Every line
I imagine
The past reeling
I stare
At your picture
I cry
But no tears
I laugh
But no reason
I feel
With no feelingz
I wonder
R u past?
I wish
Could u be present?
I confuse
You are
Or
You were
I stare
Do I still care?
I understand
Since I don’t feel much
I grow
Inside n outside
You
And I understand
You
And
I accept you
Wherever you are!
I do!
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