Continued
Nothing will be the same as it was, even enjoying the same things won’t be the same. Our sorrows will differ one from the other and we will differ one from the other in our worries. And nothing will be the same as it was, nothing at all. Simple thoughts will sound different, newer, since they’ll be more simply, more newly spoken. The heart will know how to open up and love won’t be love anymore. Everything will change. Nothing will be the same as it was and that too will be new somehow, since after all, before, things could be similar: morning, the rest of the day, evening and night, but not now.
Credit
Copyright © 2005 Piotr Sommer
Date Published
01/01/2005