regrets

I sit in the cool green grass... just staring up at the wide blue sky, how it folds in on itself in the edges. Dingy gray clouds mingle with the puffy whites, drifting by slowly, changing shape, and I watch and watch as the whole circus tromps by. My mind is cartwheeling through infinity. Secret thoughts, so loud and free, emptying myself of the burdens upon my consciousness. Silence. Tears roll onto the dry grass. The only sounds are you and me and all the mistakes I've ever made. One can never be free... from the past. And so I count the clouds, one by one, living in the moment, forgetting, forgetting... the lessons are learned.