Thursday, July 17, 2008

"you cannot blame the moth until you've seen the flame" - Rumi

my greatest love & saddest sorrow (always has, and never will)

how come i end up where i started?


forgive me, i did not know what i'd done.

a slow ripening fruit - forced to be sweet- soft
too soon & perfect timing.

making a most luscious momentary pleasure.

(and how else can it really be?)

No comments: