Thursday, December 16, 2010

Just as I thought

You would think it would be easy to tell the difference, between the beginning and the end. But sometimes one looks so much like the other. Cowardly sheep masquerading as wolves, like shadows from the past trying to find their source. It’s the smallest things that will become the biggest, if you let them.

I take some comfort in the fact that I tried. Every mountain deserves to be climbed, but there was just no place to go. The surface polished like glass making it impossible to find a hold. My grip on the past as strong as ever, but useless when it comes to what matters.

Not every hole needs to be filled. Sometimes emptiness is all there is room for. I can weigh the absence just as easy as the pain. Picking flowers from barren gardens for a bouquet of darkness on an unmarked grave.

There are ladders that lead to infinity, but only if you believe in forever.