Saturday, February 23, 2013

SHIFT

Posted by Heather Mock at 10:11 PM 0 comments
The seasons pass without mourning.. stealing away such critical moments, stolen glances, reverence in days that battled to stand apart from the rest. It discards the wilted, tempting eyes to shift past the barren opportunities of days forgotten to the still unknown simplicities of tomorrow. The allure of each new seasons mystery playing a leading role in the structure of our dreams. Vexed by a lack of ability to alter such harsh moments collected in the archives of our wrongdoings, we press toward a redefining moment, a future of scripted words, a perfected vengeance... plays better left to gods and screenwriters.. those with the ability to create paradise in existence. Are the smiles worth relinquishing to rid the scars from our minds? Is it fear that prevents us from embracing every piece of the puzzle? Silence allowing us to live through each season as a recreated being- a seasonal flower- a specimen untainted by the wind, the drought, the downpour? We remain blind to the totality of our lives and lay fixed in a collection of remembrances scattered mishappen through the years...
 

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