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Tag Archives: sorrow
Colors Besides Black
There are some other colors besides black, I once said upon my exit from the goths; and yet, when all the world is shades of gray, where people tend to seek polarities, how many days are suited for pastels? For … Continue reading
A flame in darkness
It does no good to mourn one candle when its flame goes out; nor to try to keep it lit when its wax melts away. It does no good to sit in darkness thinking of past light; nor to imagine … Continue reading
The Speed of Now
What use is feeling sorry for what might have never been, some chimera of fantasy that if it had appeared might easily have torn to shreds the life it would improve, inspired to burn too brightly, leaving nothing in its … Continue reading
Lay down
Lay down your weary tune; lay down your weary tune. You’ve been singing it for far too long. When others faltered, you still held on strong: never a missed note or phrase gone wrong. Lay down your weary tune. Lay … Continue reading
What Good to Grieve
What good to grieve a faded hour? The sun has long since filled the sky and led to moments come and gone as filled with life as that passed dawn. Besides, to mourn what has now ceased, too long, is … Continue reading
Before the Last Visit to the Vet
The smell of the sick-house lingers where the medicines are mixed; even fresh washed clothes and fingers tend to keep the reek of it. The taste of food is changed, its scent turned sour and stale, reducing appetites to nil … Continue reading