Memoirs of a Life Unlived

You smile to see the clouds break which only means they bank like paint further along the sky, promising light and threatening dark at once, which might be a metaphor for the human condition or else reminder of the umbrella in the kitchen.

After dreams which would make Pieter Breughel fall ill I woke up today with a sense unassailable That as hard as I try and as strong as I will My attachment will steadfastly stay unavailable.