the world is loud and sharp. we take it as it is. never thinking it could ever be any different.
until it is.
the world is not ours. though we like to live as if it is.
the flesh has its own plans. we're just the victims. following the folds. chasing its creases. restless strangers stumbling through its blind intersections.
a person is both soft and hard. we take them just as they are. never asking them to be any different.
until they are.
a lifetime vanishes in only seconds while you're waiting for something that's never coming. a truth is hardly true when it never happens.
a poet remembers.
always.
the words are truth enough.
but life is less forgiving.