THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



"Finally Seeing..."

You'll find love a mere one of two ways:
By finding love and by losing it.
The latter is more distressing by comparison, sure,
But even a soldier will tell you that a rotten leg must
Sometimes be hacked off to save the rest of the body.
Life is but brief;
Youth is a fragment of it.
I am thankful for losing love in order to find it.
In the immortal lyrics of Ben Gibbard:"And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving"
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