Bittersweet
I used to be a dreamer.
And think of the future to come.
Think of the how, who and where of life.
But that's all gone.
I used to run through open fields.
Arms wide open,
Chasing the setting sun.
But that's all gone.
I used to make plans.
Design them, shape them, even put them on paper.
I used to build and tear down again.
But that's all gone.
I used to gaze away,
Watching clouds go by,
Making utopian shapes of impossible realities.
But that's all gone.
And still.
I'm happy.
At least I think so.
At least I hope so.
3 comments:
*How many times have I got this feeling... of letting go, letting go memories, dreams, hopes? You know... we create this reality where we put our dreams, we make them tangible with our enthusiasm, with the passion of the moment. Then time passes, somehow erases that fire, but only to make place for new realities, "pour de nouveaux reves". It's just a circle of experiences. I'm glad we always get to add something new to our previous ones.
*Well, my dear new friend, if you truly wish to give it a try in Bucharest, be sure it'll be my honor & pleasure to guide you thru my "little Paris".
*And finally, I somehow get the feeling that you're an infinite source of words... beautiful, full of life words. So I'm sure [with or without my baking] you'll go on with the good writing! Bisous!
even the utopian shapes of impossible realities are gone? shame. i understand them going from possible to maybe impossible.. but all together gone? no.. i don't believe it.
@ Catalina: I'll book the guided tour in your little paris! I'll let u know when I'll be arriving! ;-) In any case, thank you for the nice compliments...I'll just keep on trying!
@ Illana: so, you're still alive!? ;-) That's a relief! The utopian shapes refer to the clouds...and since it's all grey skies these days, there are no impossible realities up there. ;-) Who knows I'll find the time some day to start looking up again, searching for things I want to see.
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