We’re all rocked by the
waves of struggle when it comes down to those circumstances that change us from
within. Whether you’re hurt, angry, jealous, or longing from afar, they prompt
you to keep on fighting.
You’re carried on such
currents from somewhere that was once near-perfect in a moment, and permanently
tattoos every moved thought and emotion that traverses through the delicate
fibers of which you are composed. Your downfalls are brought about by the hesitance
to loosen the grip and let things be as they may. Returning to an existence
that is uninspired is feared, and so you try to run from it by holding on to
that short time when reality seemingly dissolved away.
You do whatever we can
to chase down a fond memory, and in doing so, you bring out the worst in
yourself. Your own emotions dig craters that go bone deep, and you’re left as
cold and hollow as a winter’s night lacking even the slightest breeze. You
begin to loathe time itself and the cavernous distance it creates between the
past and present.
The moment you realize
that it will only continue you corrode you from the inside out is the moment
when you stop putting up a fight. Like even the best of times, the worst can be
carried off with every stroke of the second hand as long as you make amends
with what is, here and now.
The fondest moments
will always bring longing bubbling to the surface, but loosening ties with it
and accepting where you are is the only way to keep being and moving on up.
Perhaps if time is on your side, such moments will reoccur.
Only the rise and fall
of the passing days hold that answer.
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