Unlabored
They say time passes quicker when you're happy. The laughter would carry it away, without brushing you with its breeze…and you simply would not notice. I suppose, if that's true, then time would be heavy and thick when you're sad.
Yes, I agree… I don't know much about happiness –and that is because I tolerated being bleak- but I know that sadness is savored, not only felt…that is why some people would hang on to their heartrending memories. Another thing is … I don't think people can take pain for granted, but they seem to have a habit of doing just that with blissful moments.
I felt time going slow once, now… even with the burdens I bear, time is going fast. What would that mean? …I'm just being the anomaly that I am? or that "my mask of sanity is about to slip".
I don't know how things are moving too fast, but Death's Arrow runs faster than lightening, no ? :)
Yes, I agree… I don't know much about happiness –and that is because I tolerated being bleak- but I know that sadness is savored, not only felt…that is why some people would hang on to their heartrending memories. Another thing is … I don't think people can take pain for granted, but they seem to have a habit of doing just that with blissful moments.
I felt time going slow once, now… even with the burdens I bear, time is going fast. What would that mean? …I'm just being the anomaly that I am? or that "my mask of sanity is about to slip".
I don't know how things are moving too fast, but Death's Arrow runs faster than lightening, no ? :)
posted by Mystique at 11:53 AM
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Dear Dark,
You may like to read a bit of Housman. He had a deep preoccupation with death. I thought this poem is fitting of your post.
Good creatures, do you love your lives
And have you ears for sense?
Here is a knife like other knives,
That cost me eighteen pence.
I need but stick it in my heart
And down will come the sky,
And earth's foundations will depart
And all you folk will die.
Truly,
Misguided
I read some of Housman's works before. He's really "inspiring" –if you can use this word to commend his work- but unfortunately, I never paid attention to Teasdale. Now that I'm looking up her works, I find poetry collection titled "Flame and Shadows" and "Dark of the Moon"...plus I read that she committed suicide, so.. Her poetry would sincerely be a product of actual human experience.
Thank you for "enlightening" me on that one :)
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