Monday, June 30, 2008


absence... a void is not there for long, something always fills it; this is nature's way. a tree falls, leaving a space. moss fills the space, ferns fill the space, flowers, and finally another tree? why not.

an entire week of absence. and what has filled the space? a varied see-saw of hope and fear. dreams, illusions, what is the real? is the root strong enough? is there even a root?

she says the longing springs from the broken routine... is that all it is? should one search for anything more? is that enough?


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