Two Roads

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Imagine This

All the faces you've ever seen, all the people you've ever known or loved, and all those conversations, thoughts, and feelings you have begin to blend together. The faces seem to melt and merge with each other like wax. All the feelings and love begin to mix together until you feel sick: it's like the smell of dirty feet joining with the fragrance of a sweet perfume.

Your eyes are blurry, your mind explodes in thought, and your heart goes numb. The water you put in the freezer has hardened, but the oil is still soft, slick, and boiling. That love and hate that you carry inside have colided and you're at a loss as to what to do. You can't escape what you're feeling and you can no longer see clearly or hear precisely what's being said, though voices and words to fill the voices never seem to cease. Your world has flooded and the waves are getting bigger.

The waves are memories. You're a grain of sand on the beach being refined by the constant crashing back and forth. And it hurts...but the beautiful sunsets make it so worth the pain...

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