Obviously looking at old photographs, is not good for my psyche. I wrote this last night after looking for photos for Fjord’s school project. Still the message is, you only have one life, each moment is invaluable. I must always, at all times, live in the now and appreciate all. Let the sun never set on a wasted day. Cliche but true
The paper cut of time
holding faded photographs
over frozen yesterdays
Are you living?
Then I found this old untitled poem from 18/12/00. It seems that the same metaphors haunt me repeatedly.
(sifting through old papers and things)
I am surrounded
By shards of pasts
The crystal ball exploded without future
I cut myself on the glass of now
Leaving more scars
To trace tomorrow
with sad fingers.