Monday, January 4, 2010

An Old Key Turning in a Wooden Door.

Strange happiness-
content with the absence of sadness,
the obliteration of memories' touch;
why?

The celebration of a vacant spot within-
a newly hollowed space,
not-so-ready to be filled.

They say you look better,
gaining back color, tone.
Your eyes are brightening-
this is a good thing;
why?

Moving mentalities
shifting cargo to and from different trains of thought
gaining steam towards an abstract destination;
the strange happiness,
now based
on blind faith.

This is all foolish,
but most things are.
why?

The horizon will make it's way to your feet,
your color will settle over time
and your mentality
will hop
its last freight.

Life moves with no help.

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