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By shushlove Date: 2002 Apr 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.08.10.10.10413]] |
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I think about the past a lot. Past boyfriends. Past petals and friends and events. Past + Future. Past + Future. Past + Future, roll into one, Past + Future Past... Pages past. Last for ages. On and on. Life. Life goes. How does life go? On and on. Who am I? Who knows. Pages past wiped clean. I could be anyone...I could pretend to be but history creeps up behind and taps you on the shoulder, eventually; that's why you have to tread so carefully before the future. I remember. A hippie festival in the valley. Rainbow ribbons streaming in the wind. Rosy-cheeked faces smiling over hay-bales + clapping hands + singing songs + getting along. Boxes of beer. Scotch and Coke. Whatever your tipple. We were all there mingling late into the night. Protected by a circle of blue mountains and big old trees down in the valley. It was Spring. I missed the Summer. I moved on. Flew across the sea to this dirty old town where Winter blows in triple doses all at once. Lasts 6 months. Of course I'm frozen. And distant. Distant from that past. The past of not so long ago. Any day now I must thaw. (at last! it's been so long!) The flowers here can't be wrong. They've shown their dainty faces timidly against the chill that lingers. They must know that Spring has come to save me from my memories. Still. Any day now I'll move on, start again, some other type of daisy-chain atop my head, another sky, but the same old sun spinning round and on and on. |