Tuesday, December 15, 2009
split.
something present can absent itself over time.
something absent can never present itself over time.
it was something in that split second of acquaintance that sows the seeds, be it dormant or not, for something to grow from.
i'm not interested in where it leads. perhaps i don't wanna know anymore too. does this even sound logical.
if you can't smile. cry.
if you realize you can smile
but your smile just never reaches your eyes
perhaps the smile was an act of struggle
an act of sorrow
an act of crying.
que sera sera.