Jan 4, 2004
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
I have no desire to be here today. Am a prisoner in today. My father is very sick, and I am not providing him with comfort. Just sitting still is a failure. Wasting time on wishes. Luxuriating in pauses where you forget to forgive. This is no time for holding grudges.
There is an ache in me today. A sleeping that does not want to wake. A numbness that does not want to feel. When I take time to measure, I deem it all a great waste.
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
posted by Mary Forrest at 12:35 PM | Back to Monoblog