Misty River ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In Transit A homeless man stops to stare at a suit standing line for a taxi. A pensive stare while the suit looks downward. Perhaps one is the devil and the other a god... Each one fighting a mental battle on some far off plane of existence. Such moments are ephemeral. Space and time bind to that instance, creating a child of eternal presence. What is the opposing term for sadomasochism? That would be what I am, at least for this particular moment in time. I derive happiness from bringing pleasure to others. Darkness isn't my schtick. Ghosts of those who were once a part of life come back to haunt us all on occasion. One who was there seems only a notion after a few weeks. "Oh yah, I have lunch with them on the lawn two weeks ago... I wonder what they are up to now?" After a few months of such thoughts their existence is eventually burned from memory making an appearance maybe once every six months afterwards. I never wonder if life would be different if they were an eternal presence. They remain ghosts bound to the past... Better to keep them in that position. 12:05 - 2006-09-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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