Oct 2013
and she is a mist who flew through me- lingered- and now she has passed- the beach is clear as day and I can see for thousands of miles around me. I am free. She was a fog- the only thing standing between me and the clarity of mind I deserved. the ambiance of mist is a beautiful anomaly, but eventually a life lived in overcast conditions begins to drain the mind of clarity and well-being. it was inevitable; the mist would eventually clear. and the sun has returned to show me - *all weather clads the earth, but forever and always I shine above the clouds.
a love in post-mortem is realization - the chemistry was poison. neither of us intended evil - yet the reaction was explosive. we can blame each other all we want but the truth is - this outcome required both of us as ingredients.
now I understand. now I can move on with land in site.
now I understand. now I can move on with land in site.
