03.20.06
monday
the heart heals itself…
perhaps if i stop looking, the longings would seize. perhaps if i stop wishing, the fantasies would end. perhaps if i stop thinking, the memories would fade. i guess i ought to put a stop to my incessant ramblings about the past. and everytime i go jogging in the afternoons at the park, i ought to stop thinking about the ‘what-ifs’ and ‘what-might-have-beens’. and everytime i open my mouth, i ought to stop saying YOUr name, which has become a sort of an expression, a cry for appeal. everytime my eyes would wander over to someone across the street, i ought to stop looking for a white-clad guy in matching leather black shoes.
the heart heals itself…
