afterthought
Day 52
in each moment thoughts do swell
pushing – pressing prose
behind thin veils.
grows
until at last we force ourselves;
a moments ponder
this precocious dream
born from so little
that its birth was unforeseen.
how is life in a way
different than any thought
we have throughout the day
the passion
the pain?
that tiny spirit from deep
within
that drove itself ever forward
until that thought is all we feel
all we see
over visions of green days
or black chalky skies
or old memories
it's the thoughts we see when we close our eyes
thoughts born from that unforeseen
given life – deliberate
rushed
relieved
Been reading more work by Albert Camus and found this quote: In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. – its always nice when you find something you remember hearing and FINALLY have a person to attribute it to.
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