always and remains

Northside madness meets up with southside sadness in a messy, outdated way of playing the game. The young ones become frazzled and then mistakes are made. Those who see from the window will sleep well on this night; those involved will live to one day regret their stay. In this pool, the swimmers meet only when the sun goes down. Like toads they bounce along the shore to the waters edge until making the decision to go in not knowing they could be food for fish. The one who watches will also live to regret their view. They will one day wish they were right in the middle of it all; the madness from both sides meeting kindly in their messy and outdated way that always remains the same from one generation to the next.

one bad thing

There is a pain that does not stop. No matter what I do or say, there is always the memory of that one bad thing. I compare everything to that one bad thing. Lately, I have been falling back to that place where my value inside is next to nothing. When this happens I get a direct view of the realities in people. That one bad thing was a different time; a different place. I am now seeing very little difference between my one bad thing, in one of my bad times, and things other people must deal with-their bad thing(s). That pain never stops and everything else can only apply to me separate from my one bad thing in this time now. This is progress and this is good.