Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Sometimes it Happens
And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then
You are not friends,
And friendship has passed.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself.

And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then
You are not loved,
And love is past.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself into the grass.

And sometimes you want to speak to her and then
You do not want to speak,
Then the opportunity has passed.
Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.

And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and then
There is somewhere to go,
Then you have bypassed.
And the years flare up and are gone,
Quicker than a minute.

So you have nothing.
You wonder if these things matter and then
As soon you begin to wonder if these things matter
They cease to matter,
And caring is past.
And a fountain empties itself into the grass.
- Brian Patten

now is the season of sending people off. part 2, that is. it's like re-living all the anxiety of going to live overseas alone for the first time. all the hopes and dreams.

for some reason, i am posting unfinished drafts.to maybe recognise the validity of feelings. i can't comphrehend why sadness brings joy and joy sadness or maybe not such a strong word. something more mellow. but there it is. i need a place to remember each feeling because behind everything is two sides of a coin. or something.

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