Each week I look back. Each week I lift a line from my posts from the previous week to give me a snapshot of the week that was, to clean the slate, to clear my head to prepare for the coming week.
I want a do-over. But since that is not the way time works I plan to reject my clean slate model for this week and the weeks to come because apathy has a way of finding fertile soil in the hearts of those who hide from the realities of the past without gleaning them first for lessons to retain.
I cannot wipe this week’s slate clean because it is not over. Not yet.
Peace and love to all, yes, all.
<Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 January 2017
…she never sleeps
the last thing I remember?
…that they didn’t notice…
I been lookin’ eberwheres…
would that I could hide away
brackish billows swell
flow from light to gray
everything felt so familiar
utopia is a place
battered by a storm