THen this day showed itself to me. I unlocked my door and the toys from my childhood spilled and tangled each other all plastic and rusted axles and tattered fur and a glittering water filled globe. I was torn. A see an irreversible growth that is sad to look back upon because those days will never be again. The paradox of it all is that I just want to go back to the warmth of the womb all cozy with my eyes closed in that perfect bliss of knowing nothing. I knew no fear.
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