Don't dream, when you can't make it real. They're only fictions anyway - Moddi, A Sense of Grey

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance, in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you're perfectly free - Rumi

Jan 31, 2013

The Promise Of A Brave New World

Any goodbye could be our last goodbye.
But never is this a more glaring possibility than when saying it to family and friends who live really far away. 
And even more difficult to bear is their lingering presence in the small things they might leave behind; a single sock, a hair clip, the scent of their perfume in the pillows and sheets. 
You feel their absence at the empty dinner table, in the silence of your once chaotic meals.
You hear their voices in those semi-conscious moments before you fall asleep.
You even miss their "wisdom"; those hours they spent in your room reminding you of how every decision you took led you down a path of self-destruction and then trying to tell you how to live your life.
I am just emotional today.
Nevermind. 

Goodbye, blue sky.


From The Wisdom Well of at

8 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2013 at 2:18 AM

    "Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep..."
    I missed you and it had not even been 2 weeks!
    Am I crazy? Crazy like a fox!
    I love the first line of this post the most.
    So true. That is why I believe it is important to stay grateful and mindful.
    It is hard. Things are seldom easy. But who wants easy?
    I know nothing except that I know nothing...
    Now isn't that something?!?
    Goodbye from LA... for now.
    -D

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    1. A.February 2, 2013 at 8:03 PM

      These days, the best part about writing are your comments <3
      I'm glad you're crazy! and I also love how sometimes you talk in rhyme.
      I want easy, sometimes.

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    2. AnonymousFebruary 3, 2013 at 3:34 AM

      We are a testament to the power of words, you and I.
      They can uplift spirits, or make eyes cry.
      We can spread our love, or make love die.
      Whatever we prefer... whenever we try.

      I cannot express what you mean to me.
      Like a caged wild bird, who longs to be free.
      You have given me wings, and spoken to me.
      Before I was blind, but now eye can see.

      I want easy too, sometimes... sometimes.
      Not the ease of cheap fast-food french fries.
      More like the ease of clouds up in the skies.
      The ease with which a house fly flies.

      Alas we've come to the problem for me.
      Wanting something that may never ever be.
      But who am I to say what will be?
      After all, anything is possible I see.

      Much love to you from me.
      -D

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    3. A.February 4, 2013 at 12:14 AM

      I feel flattered and fascinated and amused and extremely curious.
      I once gave a shot at rhyme, but it wasn't for me. So anyone who can do a half decent job with poetry fascinates me.
      And that post is incredibly touching. Thank you. Whoever you are.
      Hope you get whatever it is you want.
      Infinite love being sent your way.

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    4. AnonymousFebruary 4, 2013 at 2:07 AM

      Let's be pen-pals!
      We sort of are already.
      If you didn't want to,
      I wouldn't be upset.
      This forum offers plenty,
      But writing a letter is like sending candy.
      So if you give me your email,
      I will send you some sugar.
      Not that we haven't exchanged sweets already.
      What do you say?

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    5. AnonymousFebruary 4, 2013 at 12:55 PM

      You can email me at dreamofbflies at gmail dot com...
      If your heart so desires...

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  2. SaharFebruary 2, 2013 at 7:49 AM

    So true. And very nicely said! Except, I dont get the title..

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    1. A.February 2, 2013 at 8:04 PM

      Thanks Sahu. It is from the Pink Floyd song, Goodbye, blue sky.

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