dusty curtainWarped pillows and happy memories go hand in hand
Dreaming of yesterday reminds us of who we are today
Even when we have no idea
Feeling lost at the prime of your life is like a regular who walks into a bar
Have a seat and realize you are not the only one going through the dusty curtains which hang heavy within the inner core of you

Give them a shake and hang them up again
Keep in mind; you’ll eventually need to dust them out at least once more
Life is a plethoric cycle
So big and yet so weak when we are at our highest peak
Walking though the dark valley is a given we can never avoid
Do not bring a flashlight – those do not work here
Create a light of your own
One you can see with

By Elizabeth Mendiola
© 2013


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