Anatomy of the Past
Sometimes we slice through the past
in our thoughts, as though we are surgeons.
We carefully cut through its blubber,
avoiding hurts and pain spilling all over.
Sometimes we're so obsessed with the slicing,
that we forget there are other important
things in life;
things that we cannot buy,
if they get lodged into the past.
We also forget that the blubber keeps on thickening
every second, in our every heartbeat.
Often we focus on our eye's journey into the past,
that we find ourselves slowly being swallowed by it's blubber.
If there's no one to hold us back,
we become part of the past.......
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