Timeless

Some things pass through our lives. With purpose to be found later. Some feelings teach us what we are. As well as things we did not know. Not always what we care to. They run their course. Leave their mark. Become memories. We become a memory. It fades. We fade as we serve no further purpose for someone. Life paths diverge into others. Repetition of that making it clear what we can hold on to. What little we’re allowed. Not always what we should. 

I find it hard to bear the truth that we, ourselves, are never timeless to another. Behind the face we know, changes occur. Process takes place. Growth of emotional intelligence. Needs pulled from the air of life experience. Suddenly important. Suddenly detrimental. Progress. Falling back. All new. Keeping up. Changes. It seems a battle that can’t be won. To remain in someone’s heart forever. To be promised that. To never be promised that. Repetition.

At those same hands, what is needed and desired of you will always be changing, as well. Always. Never slowing. Never predictable. No clear paths leading in or out. Minute by minute breakdowns and categorization of exchange between two people who can’t make themselves clear. Who sometimes can. What’s promised and what is not. It makes all of it seem a little more just. A little more fair, the uncertainty of that other side. A little. Repeat, repeat. This is how we learn.

I don’t wonder anymore if timelessness is merely a state of mind. I know it. I’ve also learned that it isn’t a Promise. It’s a Happening. A true destination. One to be looked back upon. Not looked impossibly forward to. While there are some things I wish I did not know, I know now what Timeless is to me. That’s when I fall without regret. And forgive without question. That’s where I’m a better man for the experience. That’s where I keep my own pleasant memories as well as hopes now passed and gone. That’s where I hold all those soft sounds, words and feelings for myself. For all time. 

Forever. The ultimate repetition. Life’s greatest learning opportunity. That is how we learn. But what can we keep forever. Some things are purely a challenge. Some are impossible. Gone in the night for one. Timeless to another. So, go ahead and define that. If you can. 

I’ll wait.

Sam

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Nothing

It isn’t the time. It isn’t the level. It isn’t the empty space. I’ve realized, finally, the measure of the breaking of a heart is proportional to the amount of silence you suffer through. That crushes even the matters of time and loss. Depth. Level. And that’s the correlation. The stillness supercedes all else as the cause for any pain. Ever. Nothing regenerates in a vacuum. Nothing repairs. It sits. Until it dissolves into something less noticeable. Less intrusive. That is the best outcome to hope for. And you look ahead to that. Patience. There is no way to categorize something such as this. Patience. 

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Once More

Believing that Everybody Leaves is a fabrication of Lazy Love. That’s the way out. A way to excuse yourself from awful behaviors and routine attachment rather than real connection. Why do I bother. Then don’t. There’s nothing I can do. You’re right.

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