I know not who I am but I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears
maybe its true that we all get left behind at some time, but that doesnt mean we cant catch back up. it doesnt mean that no one is waiting for you, waiting for me. dont stand there and submit to the ties that bind your legs in place. this is life and we are living and it is almost as beautiful as the sharp streaks that the black-winged birds are cutting in the white snow-threatening sky. and if those streaks turn out to be mistakes, who am i to judge? who is anyone to judge? life is mistakes compounded, but all you need in order to feel alive is to be able to lie in bed and laugh out loud to yourself in the dark. you will know what i mean then, in that one flash of time. you will know that it is enough. it will be enough.
posted by Anonymous @ 10:57 AM
