Past and future, like two films played in dubly salons.
None can watch both at the same time.
At some point we need to choose
which one we shall watch.

There are things in our lives we do not like to face at all
and as we hurry to hide them in a hutch called subconscious
its door open ferocious.

The fact we do not face them doesn't mean they do not exist
and when the door opens everything falls upon us.
Difficult to end something old but even more to start as new.

Love is not finding someone without flaw.

Everyone is flawed. Its human nature.

Love is knowing your someones flaw and choosing to accept it.

Because living with the flaw is intrinsically better than living without that person.

This is life.

This is love.

your love is like a drug,
and I am hooked.

the voices, they become
white noise. white smoke,
           my wide eyes are
wandering again
in search of you

behind foggy windows and
along the lines where walls meet
ceilings. your shoulders,
they are too silent today--
I lose your blue-rimmed

certainty in the current.
do you hear me calling?
you begin to turn--
          dark hair, sharp edges
but the voices become

miles

           and we are lost.