“We can never turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment, or say goodbye just one last time, we never can, because the sands of time continue to fall, and we can’t turn the hourglass over.” ~ Unknown
I feel worse today than yesterday.
I'm suddenly so heartbroken by the sight of him that I feel as if my tears will abandon the ducts they've made into homes.
I feel sick when I hear his voice.
I'm not even at the point where I'm so hurt I want to hurt him back... or perhaps I'm simply beyond it and have found that no solace will assuage this cavern of hurt inside.
I just feel empty.
I feel absent of anything yet drowned by everything.
To One in Paradise
"Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more- no more- no more-"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams."
~Edgar Allen Poe
