and so it is...

the bittersweet sounds of the past revive unwanted accounts. what most would like to forget: two examples in my so called life exhibit excatly why they can't be suppressed. although, it is sometimes hard to understand why not.

"so it is just like you said it would be... life goes easy on me... most... of the time..." somewhat comforting words turn phlegmatic... disensitization runs rampid in the eternal past and decisive present.

"and so it is... just like you said it should be.... we'll both forget the breeze... most... of the time" nothing comes as a suprise; nothing a reality. no, it's not halarious. halarious that it's still going on? the jokes on you and me. no ones laughing but neither are the tears coming.

here i remain in the silence, the noise has become an abduction, one that cannot be reversed. part of me: relieved the other part: aprehensive.

how's that for ambiguious...