The calendar does not keep time, the photo album does
Birthday cards are just reminders of how much time has passed
Too much time has passed, and I could not stop the hands of the clock
1/2 price sticker on my sleeve
Ran all the peaceful moments out of town
No room for them in the silent turmoil
The self-guided madness I control
And which controls me
I live in the long drawn-out silences
The empty spaces between the fence boards
I seem to be part of it all
But the absence of me is what keeps it all together
Thursday, October 09, 2008
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I'd rather be wistful then wishful.
Remembering the Past solidifies that it actually HAPPENED.
You can't put your arms around a memory, however.
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