Monday, July 7, 2014
How strange for feelings to be so much heavier than a mountain.
How strange for feelings to be so easily transferred to a pen's tip.
They are fleeting but permanent -
Carved deeply into the shadows of our memories that pass.
I resign to fate and its most unanswerable questions.
I resign to love and pain and insecurities that change me as I come and go.
I submit to the will of the cruel world,
But I cannot make peace with it.
Make no mistake.
Though I have accepted the reality of this world,
I am not here to un-live my life.
To live by the current or against it,
Each stroke to move forward or back,
Rests upon my choices.