Sometimes the things you think will never change--do. Time pushes in two directions: it sends the present spiraling backward and it grasps the future, drawing the unknown ever closer.
A blink of an eye, a shifting week, a passing month. Before you know it, the defining truths of your life, balanced so precariously in the tender palm of the present, begin to topple.
The future draws nearer, yet the echoes of the past still reverberate. The sound is swollen and heavy and throbbing, it fills the present. Much more than an echo, you realize it's a truth, a deep memory, caught between the dissipating past and the impending future. It is latched between the two sides, tearing slowly as they diverge. And no amount of pressure or care, anger or sadness, can restore it. You aren't strong enough to prevent the dichotomy between WAS and IS.
Time insistently pulls forward and backward and the sweet truth trembles under the growing rift. To ignore the echoes is impossible, to live in the present-past with the memory is delusional. So, you choose the forward-bound side and hope that when the tear is complete, the larger portion of the truth fell to that side too.
2 comments:
ok paige you are an absolutely incredible writer. i'm amazed. and proud to be related to you!
I really like this Paige! It is sad, but I think it really captures those dilemmas we all face when we have to leave something behind that we cherish... I hope you are enjoying the last month of school!
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