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October 1, 2008
Summer is over
I have been away, not just physically, for quite a while. When I come back to this deserted garden, I feel a bit guilty. The voyage is long and tiring. My life is slipped in packing, unpacking and packing again. Some days I think I see the rainbow on an August sky, yet when I reach out my hands, I only grasp a few footnotes of the wind.
I am tired, for a long time. It is not until recently that I realize that I am the one to blame because I let my energy to be consumed, I let my inspirations to be taken away, I let my body and soul float and never land. For the first time in many years, I am not curious any more, I don't always think of exploration, experiments and discovery, I want stability, a routine, a tranquil Sunday morning without thinking where I have to live.
The summer is finally over, in my heart, unfortunately.
Posted by pengbo at October 1, 2008 3:08 PM
Comments
You might think you just sighed, but some of us just read your poetry and heard your music.
Posted by: Kevin from Fort Lauderdale at October 10, 2008 10:00 AM