Lifted from the ground, a handful of dirt crumbles back onto it as I try to grasp the reason why my feelings seem to gravitate in the same direction. Hand and mind, they hold an equal truth. A palm turns to a fist, a soft touch to a blow, love into despair, emotion into void.
My grasp tightens with every memory and every second, as my mind tries to hold on to both. How easy it is to see now, the same holds true for both things. I finally understand as my hand lets the dirt to rest, and my mind lets go of you.
The dirt becomes the earth, your memories rest in their place. I believe that is the way.
Dirt can fall away from your hand, but you can always pick it up and rebuild, cities crumble to the ground, people hurt, people die, but we all manage BECAUSE we have faith that there is more out there.
Ap
Posted by: Adam | 02/15/2004 at 06:04 PM