Sunday, November 12, 2006
Recognition of my pattern
To be standing there in the dark.
Hearing old voices in the brain and its echo of time.
I could see what happened. Remember how I felt at that moment.
But for the first time, I could sense what the other person felt. A dream? No. It is a time displacement for me to see that event. The feelings that have triggered my reactions from that moment on. Memory.
I wonder if the reason for my pattern will also be made unreasonable in my life. I like that choice.
It scares me though. Emotionally scares me.
What if?
and of course
Why not?
All a matter of timing.
Just like seeing my pattern. It is time.
Change
Growth
Laughter
and maybe
Love
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