February 10, 2014

C'est la vie

There are actions and words I regret; they are an inseparable part of me now and always, I know.
This is who I am -- no changing the inconsistencies of a past life; why dwell?
Dwell just long enough to transmute the inconsistency to beauty.
I am who I am, and that's just who I'll be ... for now.
Tomorrow I will be made anew; reborn from sleep.
Dreams of reconciliation, wonderment, nightmarish figures in black. 
To take it all back, you can't. Not even a morsel, nor thought.
All is here with me now, forever and always: Now.
C'est la vie.