Crippled In The Snow

I remember that night when you and I headed for the clouds
But somewhere along the way we got lost in the hills. 

Everything started coming down...Was it really because of me?
The only thing I do know.....Is it's coming down on me.

Where were you when I was kind?
When laughter filled my soul...
You know, maybe I'm the one that got lost up in the hills. 

I remember trying to speak to you,
But I watched as my words floated up and fell flat

I thought we would wake up over mountain tops, lying in a bed of leaves
Instead I woke up crippled in the snow....listening to myself breathe.

It's strange to think that somehow life got in the way....

We Grow; We Are

 

We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly.

We grow partially.

We are relative.

We are mature in one realm, childish in another.

The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.

We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

 

-Anaïs Nin

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