25 Oct 2005

Lo, I have seen the coming and going of a dream, and have stood alone, braced against the winds of change. The world rushes by as surely as I stand still, while I glimpse a piece of what is happening, here and there. My heart has been broken in all these many places, these many times, and every time, I thought it would never mend, and every time, the pain became not but a memory that lined the expression on my face. (Oh, it does help to express these things, for every artist dips his brush in the pools of his despair.) So it goes. I wonder, now, if I have been here as long as I think I have, for I have learned so little about what anything means. My youth, perhaps, were lost years, when I knew so much more than was ever prudent to know. I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face, though, because I ignored all that was closest to me. And lo, I say I have seen the coming and going of a dream, but another one shall come, by and by.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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