| Saturday, September 17, 2011
Would you remember to forget, forget to remember?
Memories, the wrong ones, cling so tightly to the stream of consciousness,
The happy events discarded and buried by the stream even as the water fairies scrabble away,
Desperate to find them.
Nothing to comfort the child as the current gleefully buffets.
When life is a river, you have two ways.
Up, and Down.
Two ways, one choice.
How can you say no when all society pushes you to go up, to follow this preset course of certain success for some and certain death for others.
No other route is acceptable.
Indeed freedom of choice, but then again if you only have one choice?
the purple piggy oinked 5:53 PM
