they're simple phrases, but none the less mountains. mole hills in the reality of the world, but mountains in my tired mind. Things I wish I had never heard, but will never forget. the things I've heard bring comfort. They bring pain and frustration in sweet tones. enticing and drawing me close I listen low. forgetting pasts, remembering futures, and never realizing the present. the normal oddities cloud my view. gone in between the phrase I see was I want to hear and remember only those things I'm never told. They're simple phrases, but none the less mountains. If could rise above these mole hills, I might be a better man. They're simple phrases.
A.T.H.
Dé Luain, Meitheamh 04, 2007
the things I hear...
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