boundries of time

[e_liberation]

everything i know floats in blistering pools of tears
images, tenebrous images, so unfamiliar at times. most of the time.
they remain the cryptic scars that keep my aching heart on reserve
and searching for a back up hideout of sorts

memories are anything but tangible to everything but all of me
my hands fumbling in quiet solitude and the rush of busy city streets
moments pile up out of seconds lost to the wind but that lacked any farewell

if i could get them back
i'm not sure i would

i prefer them to remain lost to the rhythm of life
forgotten to the pieces of me that are still learning to fly solo


ahh, the promise of a new day and new words
is the only promise kept