voodoo chile ventures

rhyming and repetition...my mental stitching. ramble on.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Maybe it's better to die young
because your heart doesn't
grow old
or tired
of missing everyone and everything
that went before you
so much.
Sometimes the gold of
memories
can weigh a ton
make for heavy lifting
each day they collect
so that living
with them
becomes unbearably difficult
to move against
the lightness of being.