beryl_markham – blackandwhiteandcolours

The world is a big place.

She had learned to let the world come round to her.

Time moved on, overcoming many things it met on the way.

I recognize a familiar scene.

It has all happened a hundred times in my mind.

I only feel that all this has happened before — and it has.

Your mind and your heart reject it.

Now, where are we bound?

So it didn’t matter, I thought. It was silly to think about.

I had watched her birth and watched her growth.

I’d be interested in that, but nothing else.

I had learned a craft and had worked hard learning it.

There was nothing extraordinary in this.

But of course I could not close my eyes, nor my mind, nor my memory.

All the characters in my dreams have quiet voices.

Mine are not enigmatic dreams.

Well, it’s very sad, but you can’t do anything about it.

Imagine not knowing where you came from!

It was a good time to leave.

I spend so much time alone that silence has become a habit.