20100617

like lot's wife

the heart is a strange strange thing.
speaking words i either completely misinterpret 
or don't understand at all.


looking back too many times.
into the same old road.


quiet this mind. you know how it never rests.
the past always steals my peace. 


that beautiful peace.


you know and i know
that looking back only leads to 
pillars of salt.

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