'Nothing that good can ever last', she postulates
in the playwriting workshop
and I am left to wonder --
what, then, of our fate?
We have climbed a mountain of
jagged edges and crumbling rock,
found balance again after
countless missteps
so we might rest
at the plateau we sought.
Did we surmount these trials
which lured us with a
taste of the heavens
to merely fall back to earth?
She says with such certainty
that the afterglow must fade away,
explains that this is the way
stories are created — from change.
No wonder love is such a fragile state!
For we are conditioned
to see it as a precursor to the
unraveling of a blanket whose
tenderly woven threads
kept us warm at night.
in the playwriting workshop
and I am left to wonder --
what, then, of our fate?
We have climbed a mountain of
jagged edges and crumbling rock,
found balance again after
countless missteps
so we might rest
at the plateau we sought.
Did we surmount these trials
which lured us with a
taste of the heavens
to merely fall back to earth?
She says with such certainty
that the afterglow must fade away,
explains that this is the way
stories are created — from change.
No wonder love is such a fragile state!
For we are conditioned
to see it as a precursor to the
unraveling of a blanket whose
tenderly woven threads
kept us warm at night.