Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Meniscus

 
Too much. You know? I think you know. All of us too full. I see it as I walk around these last few days like an echo of last time and the time before that, how we pay for our coffee gently as we resist the push to overflow. And so we go about our day concave, the surface tension there like that, bound to each other. We tip toe, we rise and we hold on, until eventually, inevitably, we spill.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thank you, once again, for putting my feelings into beautiful, descriptive words without being stereotypical, soft or cheesy. You rock.

Anonymous said...

I do know, and yes you will spill and feel as if the pieces will never fit together again, forever changed, yet grateful for the time to say, feel and share those things you think only you feel and then you realize those closest to you, feel... even ache in the same way you do?
The very best thoughts are being sent your way for you and your family.

thevioletpear said...

yes.

thevioletpear said...

yes. so true.