Regret is a One-Way HighwayThe right words dawned on her like the first rays of brilliant sunshine as they rise above the eastern horizon lines. Only the thing was that she was not only too late to say them but exactly 3 years too late to say them. It should have been the obvious answer, but it is in her nature to make everything more complicated then it actually may be. But three years ago her lips pressed tight together and her eyes drowned. Three years ago her mind was numbed and she was caught up.Regret is a One-Way Highway
The right words now were the wrong words then and regret quickly filled the empty hollows deep inside her. &
CrimesSmoke rises out of the temples, hidden deep inside the forest And the clouds come down to kiss the tops of mountains. Water lilies drape themselves perfectly across a tepid inlet, But we press our eyelids tight against one another to keep these heavenly images trapped inside.Crimes
We use these images to cover up the destruction welled within ourselves.
The Crimes of our daily lives.
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