Pondering Loss & Ego
If not for the memories, would our existence continue to be validated. Worth dictated on the shiny print of a one hour photo shop, now digitally manipulated to permeate every pore of NOW.
The heart is heavy on this day of loss. A week spent grieving can bring nothing back, save for rehashed flashbacks that may or may not be real.
In the end, we are left only to question ourselves. My gift of words forgotten. The only gift I had to give, pushed to the back to let someone closer to the NOW we know shine.
A reflection on them...or on me? No matter, for it will change as soon as the sun returns, bringing his light to alter our perception.
The heart is heavy on this day of loss. A week spent grieving can bring nothing back, save for rehashed flashbacks that may or may not be real.
In the end, we are left only to question ourselves. My gift of words forgotten. The only gift I had to give, pushed to the back to let someone closer to the NOW we know shine.
A reflection on them...or on me? No matter, for it will change as soon as the sun returns, bringing his light to alter our perception.
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