This is just a little of mind flow. I felt like writing and let the moment carry me through what ever paths my mind decided to wind. So this is the result of mind wandering i guess (lol), so anyway hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
We are like pages in a book,
Each one page different and unique,
Yet the same, making up the whole story,
And everyone else as readers,
Taking a momentary glimpse of us,
Grease smudged, they handle the pages,
Leaving behind their own trace of interest,
The marks saying,
"I have stopped to see and think upon",
We change and yet are the same,
These pages falling loose,
From wear and tear by ourselves & others,
Neatly fall back in place,
If time is taken to arrange,
And the peace of us sitting on the shelves,
A little dusty but there we sit for a reason,
Something was worthwhile to keep this,
Something was special enough for someone else,
But a book is a book, and we are us,
And shall be nothing more until we pause to grasp,
And silently gaze through the looking glass.
5 comments:
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absolutely beautiful...keep on writing.
thank you for your comment. I appreciate hearing other peoples points of view on heartbreak as I have been experiencing it for quite a while now. Thank you for visiting and leaving some optimistic words.
thank you so much for the morrison quote! ive had something inside me that ive wanted to blog about for over 2 weeks... and i think this quote has given me what i need to make it! :-D
I don´t know...
I am a wandering spirit...
I can feel.
the truth...
...and lies.
I am not a page with dust.
I´m brand new!!!
n.n
Thanks for the comments, Stern I think you may have misunderstood the metaphor a little. It is not so much you but others and their memory of you to which the part refers to. Have you never had an old friend you never see but occasionally stop and think upon a happy memory of them?
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