of what we once were,
the product of selves
we never fully knew,
a swirling,
continuously evolving
concatenation of
moments strung
together through
the shadowlands
of experience.
The days elude us,
until we look back
at what we thought
was happiness,
and wonder how it
was
that we didn't
see.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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