@ 28 May 2000 | 1244H

Thought they’ve healed
Life rips open and stabs
Never really healed
Or not completely

In that sliver of time
Before the wound
Oblivious of the end
Life was very good

Flashes, snapshots, memories
Lapses, holes, leaks
The past, the present
Tangled in a mess

A wake up call?
Lessons unlearned!
Stubborn heart!
To what end?

What if?
Take a risk?
Other fish?
Life’s a bitch!


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