Some things are like a long gone shooting pain.
Some people are remembered like a flickering
candle snapping in a faraway
window. Some things are gone, but they just
won't fade away. Some people are still alive
only in lonely photographs, taken
when they weren't nearly ready to smile
or even look away. Some things are best
left unsaid. Just ignore me. Some people's
echoes are best left unanswered, even
in silent prayer. Some things are like arms
around my neck, but you are not one of
them. Some people are never understood.
Some things are nothing more than the plum of
childhood fears. Some people never say goodbye.
Good morning. Some things are always next
Monday. Some people are the unsolvable
less one knows. Some things are so beautiful
you cannot move until they are done
driving their point home. Some people are capable
of killing you with a violin
string and a deft bow. The sorrowful
man's arrows are usually more on target
than not. Some things are poisoned at the
tip or at the touch. Others have the power
to heal you just by being present
in your heart. Some things are the right choices
at the right time. Some people only appear
in dances. Some things are being
said that create your story for you, unless
you say otherwise. Some people are
always searching for the perfect opening
lines. Some things are simply obvious.
Some things are teaching you how to get lost
in the grass in order to be found. Some
people are lost in heaven. Some people
are lost in hell. Some things are telling you
to just let go. Don't let go. Please. Don't let
go. Hold on to me. Some people are telling
you, don't be sad. I know. Some things are
dying. Some people are illuminated,
but between us, I never believed
you'd completely disappear from all moments
going forward. Some things are already
getting smaller. Some people are partly
to blame. Some things are put into poems,
being like a dreaming drum of hope. Some
people will hear, celebrate it with us.