Sometimes...promises are made to be broken. Sometimes “for richer finds” another home and “for poorer” outlasts its welcome like termites feeding on an already-shaky retaining wall. Sometimes for better is as unrealistic an expectation as winning the lottery, and “for worse” is as real and tangible as the air that we all breathe.
Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes, and we wind up being amnesiacs on a Möbius strip of senselessness. Sometimes we remember that children are not weapons, so the lawyers will seek other means of provocation and waging war. Sometimes we cannot move ahead, because the little children inside of us are too scared of a world that will change and that will be different. Sometimes love is a many splintered thing, and tweezers and antiseptic are hard to come by.
Yet most of the time, I love you no matter what, and that is for always.
Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes, and we wind up being amnesiacs on a Möbius strip of senselessness. Sometimes we remember that children are not weapons, so the lawyers will seek other means of provocation and waging war. Sometimes we cannot move ahead, because the little children inside of us are too scared of a world that will change and that will be different. Sometimes love is a many splintered thing, and tweezers and antiseptic are hard to come by.
Yet most of the time, I love you no matter what, and that is for always.
This was done for the Third Session of Icarus' Flight To Perfection and the starting sentence I chose was, "Sometimes, promises are made to be broken."
13 comments:
sometimes.... is a place I have visited. But I was searching, when I went there, for always.
Jimm,
It's all very hit or miss, and there isn't a GPS around that can get anybody there.
Wow! That was amazing Cormac!
I felt that ... really felt it!
((Hugs))
Laura
Haha! We must have been thinking of each other at the same time! We were on each others blogs!! ;p
((Hugs))
Laura
Laura,
Wow, thank you! Oh, Jimm commented on my blog and I typically visit your blog before or after I visit Jimm's.
You big soft sod!! :-)
Poetic in its words, Cormac. Excellent job, my friend. Have a great weekend!
David,
I got yer "big soft sod" right 'ere! Thank you very much, sir. You have a great weekend as well!
Very melancholy, which I like, and well written. Thanks for sharing yourself like that.
In so few words, you've really said it all. Beautifully done, Cormac.
Thanks for the life lessons Cormac, I appreciate it, now I'm still waiting to find out why you called me Caroline instead of Coraline... :)
Great stuff yet again!
Freida,
Thank you, I'm glad that you had picked up on the melancholy vibe.
Joyce,
Thanks.
Nicole,
Thank you and I'll be emailing you with an explanation tonight.
Lovely stuff, mate.
Na zdrowia, Paul!
Post a Comment