Moonlit Moments
If I could retrace every step I’ve taken, every footfall falling after the materialization of consciousness from that state of abstract impressions and swirls of color into the consciousness which aches now, knowing that time swept past us, leaving behind its sediment occluding the possibility of this moment existing before so much debris and heartache. If pulse and breath conspired to sway the winds and sweep the sands within the hourglass, to cause the frame to shatter, loosening the moments, freeing the past and its predications on the present, allowing the story to be rewritten into the story we should […]