Reflections in Time

Life slips away like the autumn leaves,
fading into the dirt, crumbling
to be made anew in spring.
Our memories leave this same trail
of forgotten moments, fragments —
pieces that fit nowhere.

Wondering all we’ve done,
this deja vu, over and over–
why can’t we see our past
in full technicolor detail?
The emotions avalanche our senses–
a brilliant flare of overload,
the mass of our past crushing
our mind and body.

We are paralyzed, trapped
forced to brain dump —
such snowflakes blanket our minds,
melting away the pain,
to sow the seeds of spring.

By Aibird

Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul. A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame. There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams. I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.

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