Monday 6 April 2009

Finite lives, finite planet.

Even when the day is bright, and the afternoon is long, time swishes this way and that and is gone.
Never enough time. To love everyone fully, even when love is coursing through every vein, jostling your blood out of the way.

For someone with such a ruthlessly effective and final 'let go' mechanism, I find to my surprise that now,
I can't.

3 comments:

richtofen said...

your pa will be fine

Tara said...

thank you, richtofen.
everyone says that; i'm taking it at face value and believing them :)

wendigo said...

big hug. he knows you're thinking about him.