Emotions. They expand. Like a bat’s wings.
So, off we go dwelling in the past. Events which look
fleeting in the present, assume a different shape as they grow older in the
memory. A second look. A secret glance. And, words take new meanings. Actions
are re-acted. Judgments are passed without the accused standing a chance.
And then, forgiveness creeps in. Arriving unannounced.
I am all, but, a prisoner of my dream. And darlings, so are you.
