talk roads

much talk of past and present. and of future plans.
way of the living has been marred by holes, cracks and bends
but the road travels on, don't it?
and still we pass everyday

why?
because its the way we know
and the wonder of where it will lead us pushes us to cross this barren waste

so do we hide these holes with little mounds of dirt, cover them up, to hide them?
in any case, this doesn't diminish the beauty of the destination
just serves to hide the state of the road

but the travelled road means character
and it tells tales of time and experience.

enough with the metaphors.
I'm tired and I want to sleep.
but the talk tonight was fun.
and enlightening.

I still cannot believe the openness of people, both those sharing, and those receiving
but the topic of the story is.... secret!
it was personal, and I'm afraid I cannot break that
but in any case, the past is the past.

it makes up what we used to be, and part of who we could possibly be, but it is not who we are.
and I cannot believe that something non biological such as infidelity could be heriditary
but then again, what do I know? Not a lot I'm sure.
But my mind processess info as they come, and make the best judgement I can make out of it.

how things will end up, I cannot tell.
But hey, nothing.