someday maybe someday

The filling of our society is not the sweet center like we have in some cookie; it is a filling of broken sheds and rusted tools that had their time and performed their duties. Holding on to the past is OK for a spell, but there comes a time when the past must not be used as a mechanism for future discourse. This is a human thing however and we all share its qualities and imperfections; the past I mean. But remembering it and bringing it up either yourself or hearing it from someone else are two separate things. On the one hand, there are good memories to consider. On the other hand there is everything in between the poles.
Through the hard social world we drive in and create and maintain, we forget that we can sometimes lose ourselves; who we truly are. Sometimes we search for the sweet filling only where shit burgers are sold and served on old benches surrounded by saw horses with dust on the hard wood floor. The past repeats itself as our humanity it seems will have it no other way. Oh well, maybe someday. LLc 98.2