Refresh

02/12/2013

 
 
 
Torn about the idea of recording everything I do in my life or just letting my memories perish naturally.

And even if I did record absolutely everything who would it really matter to?

There is a beauty to impermanence.
 
 
Fresh from a bath, primrose path, you left your clothes in a pile.
Naked and wet, with a smile a bit offset, you’re already down the hallway a mile.
With a shriek or a shrill and just for the thrill, you dip and dive and dart.
Catch and release, your fun will not cease, until I pull you close to my heart.
 

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    Someone on a journey like yours.