Isolation

I have met many people who can trace their everyday and romantic lineage, overlooked moments, a particular point in time. Overlooked moments in name and in fashion. For the people in these moments, sometimes never look back to see that they've lost them.

I was unaware that the moments were being lost, but I never lost the moments. I cherish them all. They bring me joy and in their loss they bring me pain.

In this world of advanced science and digital time. I can no longer hear the ticking of the clock. So now late at night my time is frozen but passing without marker. I've gone to visit the cemetery and never come back.

Ironic that I would know more words of love

and joy than I use. That I can scribe the words from my very soul. But the only words that break the surface break my heart.

I use secretive letters to write unknown words on a parchment few have ever seen. I see now with disappointed eyes. As clear as I ever did with eyes of joy. Nothing ever promised is kept. Nothing ever truly loved is ever truly lost. Nothing, promised or loved can see if it is truly blind. And I, truly have never felt more truly.

Two objects placed in space unaffected by any outside force will eventually find each other in gravity and become locked for all eternity. Becoming a new and greater thing. Were it not for mankind, would even the universe be kind?

Today is just another heartbeat out of obligation. A beat to mark time. Today is just a day. It is just a sunrise. Just another biological day. Nothing special. Nothing spiritual. With all my heart and soul nothing at all.