This is profound.
Blank faces, flecked with snow,
Gliding coolly along a wintry high street;
Icebergs in a stream.
There are so many things I’ll never tell anyone;
Failures I’ll never admit to;
Embarrassments I’ll never repeat;
Splinters of experience, snagged in my memory,
Shapers of my contours
– Too trivial to share.
The greater part of me will never be known.
And I’ll never know the greater part of my friends,
girlfriends, father, mother, brother;
– We’re just islands of ice, melting through life.
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