I put them in the trash can.
The last of the memories.
I looked over them one last time.
Tasting moments in time so far gone that the fact they still register speaks to their fingers on the chords of my being.
Goodbye and I will miss you.
"But I tell you—and you may mark my words—you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise; either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current—as I am now."
- Rochester to Jane Eyre
that must be hard.
ReplyDeletei guess just keep going forward, that's all we have to do.
on another note, check out this trailer. you'd like it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WTM8eO1Oec
j.h
i just saw this the other day. essentially about l. ron hubbard and early scientology, correct?
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