Kill the Spiders to Save the Butterflies.... The Past Make Contact All That Shimmers... A Link to the Past
Checkmate in Red
2004-07-27 12:15 a.m.

It's...odd in a sense. Holding on so dearly to a moment, wanting with all your heart for it to stretch on across forever. Knowing that the second you close your eyes it will fade into dust.

Like hearing notes, dancing in the ether; it can do so much and bring up so many sensations. These notes, however, can not cascade for longer than a breath. You simply can not hit repeat, because the tones are all live, and you van only experience a sensation for the first time once.

One drowns in their memories; wishing, if nothing more, than to make up for taking them for granted. Sometimes, when we're alone, it is all we can do to hold our sanity together.

But memories are stale and brittle. So I try to breath in as much as my lungs are able. I do my best to see every single drop of honey-dew reflected light with the rising soon. So as is a dying man's wish, I want nothing more than to hold on to everything as it fades and slips away.

Human life is a cruel joke. It let's us live just long enough to find what we want, but not enough time to do anything about it.





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