I Often Speak about “Returning to Center” As a way to explain the behavior of some, as they collect themselves amidst their own lives. Here then should that term apply also to me.. both then and now.
by Sam Bailey (Notes) on Thursday, April 14, 2011 at 12:42am
Time…. How much?
Those that have known me.. could reflect on the acuity of this question, as It may relate to me..
I should be one that cherishes every moment, to bask in each succulent instance as I draw forth the marrow of Life with each passing breath.
I would do this. I would be the flame in the tallow of fates candle.
But I can not, because I beset with memories awash in regret and loss.
I weep for what was.. I wander the halls of my own recollections searching for That which I once was, before I knew of time.
I can not live, what remains mine to live, because always I am in the midst of life already lived, in the memories of how I lived it.
I would ask of Time, How much remains.. Not…
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