| At the Center of Us All And it seems that so much trouble comes from expecting too much of ourselves and of each other I believe the best way is to forgive as much and as often as possible it's true we are rarely good enough or kind we are broken things our lives littered with unfinished novels and abandoned plans and at the center of us all is the void given the circumstances is it any wonder that at the end of the day we are cranky and empty of love wanting only drink and sad music cigarettes and the sound of distant traffic maybe the company of a stranger who knows no more of us than we care to tell and the gentle fog of evening in which with any luck we can be lost. ©William Taylor Jr. 2008 |
| How We Break And if the god you believe in exists, have you considered it could be he tortures not out of malice but simple curiosity? As a child when I put the sow bug in the spider's web when I put the spider in the mason jar of ants I harbored no hatred, I bore the creatures no ill will; I was only playing with toys. And if some thing that created us raises us to great heights only to let us fall perhaps it is born not from a desire to punish but merely to see how we break. ©William Taylor Jr. 2008 |
| Continuing Sometimes I feel a guilt of sorts, for continuing on without the dead. Say, when I am eating a sandwich or looking at the sky, and then realizing these are things the dead can no longer do. It seems somehow selfish and a bit rude, like staying at a party after the friend you came with had to leave. It's a silly thing perhaps, as I do not know if the dead care one way or another, and I will be of them soon enough, but still. ©William Taylor Jr. 2008 |