“Reality never repeats itself. The exact same thing is never taken away and given back.” – C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
because I should have has turned out horribly.
Everything that I have ever done that I’ve wanted to do (the things that make me, me) but was almost too scared to do has turned out to be a terribly horrifying roller coaster of ups and downs and ship loads of insecurities all bundled into a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants adventure. Utterly satisfying and completely and despairingly terrible all at the same time.
when you meet each other on the street, you are to say, “I understand where you are coming from, I hear you – but I respectfully disagree.”
between hopelessly hopeless and infinitely infinite.
rewriting the same story
over and over again.
the same thought swimming around in your mind,
“hey, i think i’ve seen that tree before.”
looking back to see
you’ve been forever stretched, like a gum of rope,
from one end to another,
weathering a great and beautiful expanse –
it is yet to be seen.