Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.

The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Tuesday 27 August 2013

How could you?

How could you face the other side so soon?
How could you not wonder what your life could be?
How could you leave chocolate banana bread?
How could you leave an office, a city full to bursting with friends?
How could you drop such a weight of guilt onto one small set of shoulders?
How could you leave a world with such a variety of tea?
How could you leave pets that endear even as they annoy?
Ho could you be so fearless and fearful in one?
How could you go before growing a handlebar moustache?
How could you not know or not care what fallout you would leave behind?
How could you not see the crowd that would have gathered and given you reasons to live?
The silence is molten, I wish you could tell me

how could you?

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