it will burn through me

March 22, 2011

i write what i know to be true;

it will burn through me as it burns through you.

we know what we’ve seen because it lives in our memory. but you’re afraid that it could die some day. and i’ve never understood that.

i speak of nostalgia and times past because i can’t imagine anything more powerful. so i return to my memories and live in their wake.

you fear that this will die. but, by and by, i will always keep this life alive. and i will work to still the rolling tide.


will i ever leave my home behind?

rest assured:

i will never leave my home behind.

for i’ve found the one i care to find.