Saying nothing, taking nothing, leaving nothing behind. Without saying goodbye.
To change where I am is the easy part. To change who I am is difficult, hardly possible. But without this change, nothing will change
Sometimes, letting go of a person, or even just memory of a person is painful. Similar to freeing a dragonfly. Setting free a dragonfly only to get bitten in the process.
I dreamt I saw you. Perhaps I did see you in the distance of my imagination. And I caught the moment stilled in shock and held on to it.
SometimesI will climb so high that I’ll have no way back, no wish to go back only to stay above it all.
I look into the river and see myself in reflection. Colorfast but unstable, I move helplessly in it’s flow. I am constantly being moved and changed,
Where shall I sit in this place I don’t know. Which side of the aisle Should I be.
Moments passed. She spread her hands, arms outstretched. A helpless gesture of excuse me, what can I do?
Hand in hand. Quiet footsteps that didn’t break the silence. She looked up at me and smiled.
Perhaps I did see you in the distance of my imagination.
My life has not been changed. All is the same. So why the difference now that you're really in the past,
They say you have a magic tongue that can weave the words falling from your mouth into tapestries laced with gold thread.