Monday, December 31, 2007

2007



I kick the tin cans and colours blend together and the only thing I need to do is watch. What can I say to something that beautiful? No giving away this year. The opposite actually. Where do I send my token of appreciation. Red, blue, green, yellow, white, black, purple, pink. It’s been so long, I was surprised to find out I can get used to this. I can believe in all of this again.



If there was such a thing as a defining moment, I missed it. I’ll always regret it. But I’m here and everything goes so fast that I tend to forget. Not for long, never for long. And I’m all grown up now. I can let myself go in this whirlwind that keeps me from floating. I am brave, time will pass, it’s all me, it is real and I want all of me, eventually. Even in the middle of the night alone.
So screw it. Screw caution, or patience, or moderation. If freefalling is it, so be it. It’s been wonderful getting used to all the space.


Is it 2008 already? Can't wait to get started.
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I am frightened of the meeting
With the past that is returning
To confront my life all over.
I am frightened of the nighttimes
When my dreams are linked and fleeting
And old mem’ries come to stay.
And yet the trav’ler who’s fleeing
Sooner or later must stop on the way…
And though oblivion, which destroys all being,
Has killed my old hopes, ripping them apart,
Yet I keep hidden a humble hopeful glimmer
That is the only fortune there is in my heart.

Return… with my forehead all wrinkled,
My temples turned silver by time’s falling snow…
To feel… that one’s life is a twinkle,
Twenty years hardly reckon,
And two fevered eyes beckon,
In shadows forestall you
And seek you and call you.
To live… with the soul firmly clinging
To one sweet remembrance
That makes me weep so.