Promise forgotten....

Dear My Once Upon A Time,
What is the difference between life and existance?
How many thoughts begin deep in the heart?
What is achieved by eternal resistance?
Does art mirror life, or does life reflect art?
What use is language but as limitation?
Is loneliness really our most primal fear?
Or is it, in truth, self-imposed isolation?
Can a lifetime of grief be expressed in a tear?


Can we e'er be content with just what we have?
Is respect only given to those who have won?
Is there such a thing as unconditional love?
And why don't we know what we've got til it's gone?

These are the twining questions that often linger in my mind.  I should let them fall away, I know...shed them like a serpents skin, and emerge new-made and miraculous.  But this is easier said than done.  Like most I have feelings long dormant, and many promises made to me were wispered to the wind, fleeting and broken.  I often find myself pondering the tricks the heart will play just for you to learn, or for what the soul will endure to learn those lessons well.  I've come to realize that I am just a shell of what I used to be.  My boundless love makes me fragile and vulnerable to the seemless lies sewn into your heart.  By the grace of deciphering angels I've somehow come to understand you.  In crowded sidewalks you often feel alone, looking upon the heavenly studded sky you wonder if you will always feel this way.  Trembling with tears, still my words escape me before I can tame them, fierce and unprepared but only to myself.  Supress my feelings with silence, just for you to indulge me with a smile.  That smile is rare in my presence for your mind often spirals in geometric discontent.  For once, all I wish is for you to let it all out...talk, breathe, cry, love, hate...your stream of consciousness.  Sometimes the things that terrify you, are the things most worth the attention you owe it.
Love,
Your Promise Forgotten