When I ponder the landscape that was once my heart, and realize the valleys and the mountains are still there

I see things that I sometimes forget, there are colors, not just shades of grey, but sparkling colors; red, blue, turqoise, emerald, and even yellow. There’s black and white, but those are shades that hide the other

The river always flows in the same direction, only the speed and rage of it varies; but sometimes, it stops for a minute to allow for pondering

I cannot cease to feel, I cannot cease to imagine, for when I cease, all will end for me. For you, it will go on as if a leaf had fallen to the ground. It will be washed away come spring

Recycle. Endure. Energy. Pain. Smile. Tear. Flow.



joho
2010-11-28