Wednesday, April 18, 2007
It's interesting, these past few weeks...
have probably been better than ever before.
And I'd like to tell my self "It's all over",
and "I've won" but something seems to linger longer.
But, I know I've turned the corner,
and it's like there's no turning back.
Finally, just finally, there seems to be the light
at the end of the proverbial hole...
like I'm just now getting one leg out of the well,
looking down and up... I can see the sky
smell the breeze
and watch the flowers roll gently in it.
I've made it, somehow...
But I wish I could shake the slight melancholy.
I suppose it will be a gradual process... much like everything that's good is...
and I know now in someways, I'm more capable of carving out the bad seeds in my head
and let the good ones grow over...
but still, there's something. Perhaps its the music I listen to. I've tried to delete the most somber of somber...
and maybe its a question of "not forgetting the past only to repeat it in the future".
But I can't help thinking... looking back doesn't afford much view of the future, and I'm not sure I have such an innate feeling of loss towards the past I used to.
Tomorrow seems much, much brighter... and unwritten... clean and virginal... something on which I can carefully sketch my, and our, future.... not to say I'm the only one sketching, Wiggle. (I know you're reading this. :) )
Yeah, but anyway... I'd say I'm 95% happy these days... lots up from the dark days of 2001. Is it that dark that give me character? ... or just holds me back? Who knows... and ultimately, who cares... cuz tomorrow will be better.
have probably been better than ever before.
And I'd like to tell my self "It's all over",
and "I've won" but something seems to linger longer.
But, I know I've turned the corner,
and it's like there's no turning back.
Finally, just finally, there seems to be the light
at the end of the proverbial hole...
like I'm just now getting one leg out of the well,
looking down and up... I can see the sky
smell the breeze
and watch the flowers roll gently in it.
I've made it, somehow...
But I wish I could shake the slight melancholy.
I suppose it will be a gradual process... much like everything that's good is...
and I know now in someways, I'm more capable of carving out the bad seeds in my head
and let the good ones grow over...
but still, there's something. Perhaps its the music I listen to. I've tried to delete the most somber of somber...
and maybe its a question of "not forgetting the past only to repeat it in the future".
But I can't help thinking... looking back doesn't afford much view of the future, and I'm not sure I have such an innate feeling of loss towards the past I used to.
Tomorrow seems much, much brighter... and unwritten... clean and virginal... something on which I can carefully sketch my, and our, future.... not to say I'm the only one sketching, Wiggle. (I know you're reading this. :) )
Yeah, but anyway... I'd say I'm 95% happy these days... lots up from the dark days of 2001. Is it that dark that give me character? ... or just holds me back? Who knows... and ultimately, who cares... cuz tomorrow will be better.
