Packing of course, means that you wind up facing all those things that you put aside to hold on to...things that have no real meaning, but you want to keep nonetheless. One of those things I just found -and yes, I am packing at 4:20am- was a bit of my old writings. (way back from my high school days)

One item struck me. And I wonder now, with my jaded eyes, if I ever truly was this innocent, this believing...I know that I am no longer and can't help but question if that makes me weaker or stronger...

In tragedy and despair,
when an endless night seems to have fallen
Hope can be found in the realization
that the companion to night
is not another night.
That the companion to night is day;
that darkness always gives way to light,
and that death rules only half of creation,
life the other half.

Where did that girl of hope go...?

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 4/25/2001 04:17:04 AM ~ ~