Vague Notions You see all those faces everywhere you turn. All the visions of the people you loved, that let you down, that turned their back...that you hurt. Sitting alone on park benches and on swing set swings. Giving the impression that they might be waiting for your return, but they always turn out to be someone else when you get closer. No redemption today. Stories never end. They just drift into infinity, like a cry in the dark, travelling with the wind, noticed by nobody but sensed nonetheless. Allowing us all to feel the resonance. And in the distance you can see your mother's eyes. Wishing you could let her know that everything's alright. Wondering why you never manage to pick up the phone. Does everything last forever? Or just those things that matter? Or nothing?. Are the final words of a dying man a burden or a gift? What if they go unheard? Will you remember in your prayers? Will you seek meaning in the passing face? Will a flash of recognition find its way? Have you ever wondered whether the people who surround your life have any idea who you are? That person on the opposite side of the breakfast table...sometimes, when they turn their head a certain way, you don't recognize them at all. Walking into your office do you ever think you're in the wrong place? Has your world ever imploded? And all of a sudden you're not who these people think you are. And you're scared, cause if they find out they'll think you're a fraud -- when you're just becoming a human being. Did you ever grow wings and climb to the peak of your dreams and take flight? Just a minute... Did I see you at the ice cream stand? Or were you the one holding the balloons? Or pushing your daughter on the swing? Or waiting for me on the park bench? I never forget a face. ~ ~ ~ Return to the Fold Questions? Comments? Send them to Daily_Editor@hotmail.com. Unless otherwise noted, all Folded Thoughts were written by me, aka The Daily Editor, aka The Man Below the Fold. Copyright 2001-2008 © Belowthefold.net