29th October, 2007
End.
Everything ends in water:
The sand is shattered
And is still sighing with every wave.
The bitter boulders
Are hard but resigned.
The well-gouged cliffs
Don’t miss anything anymore.
The mountain knows, at a distance
It will soon come to this.
This sea wall where I stand
Looking out and on
Has been stubborn for years.
The edge of my
eye.
Everything will end
Soon
Like all love will.
- “end,” by Nerisa del Carmen Guevara
from Reaching Destination
* * *
It hurts to be conscious of nothing but your absence.
Transitions can still hurt like hell.
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10th August, 2005
Waste.
It just came to me, that I have a penchant for falling for illusions, and worse, I have this tendency to treat them as truths.
Or, conversely, perhaps it’s really about finding something real, but also possessing the nasty flaw to somehow, always, screw it up.
Oh, crap.
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