I recently found out the exact length of ‘forever.’ I would share it, but it is not my wish to burden you with the fact that things never last as long as we wish. There is always a tomorrow; the only guarantee being that it will not be the same as today. And occasionally, that tomorrow is one without what made yesterday so special.
When that day comes, all that remains are memories. Memories that elate and infuriate, torment and delight. They’re gone now, but they happened. They happened, but they are gone now. Memories in bottles, scratched on trees, scribbled in margins. Time left. In parks, on benches, on steps, on blocks, in homes, in streets. In cars, on trains, in time, in space. In cars, on trains, in time, in space. In traces of dried tears, in declarations; of pleasure, of pain.
In the end, for every glue there exists a solvent. Although hearts, minds and souls are built of sturdy stock they, like all things, are weakest at the seams.
How would we consider yesterday, and act today, if we knew what tomorrow was lurking in the shadows? Would our tongues be as bold? Our spirits so confident and careless? If nothing else, staring into the lifeless eyes of Ever, will teach a man to appreciate the moments and todays we have. It will also rob you of the faculties required to take advantage. A sad state of affairs.
The grass is always greener tomorrow; as each day provides growth. In time, that grass will brown, as grass does. In time, we will meet Time – and he bears grave stones for us all.
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