rock and a hard place

a friend said that i ought to paint and pine. i paint to forget; i pine in my sleep; i wake to find myself wanting. as the tide ebbs a sense of loss takes me. would i rather fester in pain or walk away with the shards of ego i might salvage from the debris. paint i will, perhaps it will cease, this constant yearning, rehashing of a life past and a life not known.

~ by mavj on September 19, 2009.