02 December, 2012

Blue

You 
walk through these pangs of yearning with your eyes open, 
sure measured steps. Calculated. Calm. 
You know just when to 
pause 
and when to 
breathe deep;
almost delicate, you 
dance 
avoiding memories and hopes. 

I'm a naive fool you know. 
I bluster forth, 
blindfolded. 
Knocking into dreams, 
crashing into brittle hopes and breaking them 
hurting myself on the splinters. 
As I clutch at the future and measure it with the past.

4 comments:

  1. As I clutch at the future and measure it with the past.

    Remarkable. But invariably dangerous.

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    1. Quizás, quizás, quizás.

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  2. Completed 6 years following bumblingbanter :)

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    1. Wow! I thought I was the only one who's been around here that long. Thank you :)

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