Apr. 18th, 2011

coyote: (coyote storm)
I understand why things change.

I understand. I do.

Life is full of tides. Coming and going. Wave after wave. Things change. Even the brightest, smoothest stones will erode over time. Nothing stays the same.

I know it's fruitless. Wishing and hoping to hold the ocean in my hands. Not even the storms stay, even when they seem to last forever. Time moves differently for everyone. Fires are brighter for some people; some prefer the initial spark, some would rather walk across the burning embers.

I miss the stars. But they never stay the same either.

At least the flame is beautiful before it dies. That much we can be thankful for. And that much I am thankful for. The memory of the flame is beautiful too.

I keep my eyes forward. It's the only way the river flows.

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