tonight i took a walk. i saw a woman standing on her porch potting a few flowers. i felt close to her. i watched a couple walking in the park after dark - they were holding hands. i could feel her watching my back when i passed them, and walked in front. i looked in, through the windows, on people's lives. sitting, and reading in windows. i felt close every woman look outside, watching the rain fall in continuous patterns.
life seems to be happening in patterns of action and reflection. and this time, i tried to avoid the reflecting - it seemed so easy to move on from the last year or so of my life. but living like that is often hollow. it creates empty people. and besides, i just can't. it catches up with me, no matter what.
it's like i have to bury myself in the past sometimes in order to move forward.
No comments:
Post a Comment