Sunday, August 31, 2014

recollections, recollections

a year ago i told my friends that by july this year i would already be in the most fulfilling relationship of my life with a true artist, someone who created beauty in truth of feelings, a friend reminded two days ago. except that i am not. except that i thought i found that soul to love and be loved, but nothing was as it seemed. i thought a composer, most probably, or a writer. a year later i am questioning: "how did i know?", "do we know?" what do i know now, now that i am looking forward, now that i am standing upright, i wonder. recollections leading to efforts of recollections of things to take place in the future that has already happened, somewhere, somehow. we must see, feel bits and pieces of those... 

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