By Horizon_VA 16
02:12
02:12
Funny how a date can due harm to one's physique,
Within its subtext, a dull elongated ache
It writhes in epicenters, calloused. Worn,
Gold leaf, flaking at any sign of friction.
A query, once substantial, glides melancholy surfaces,
What ifs, hows, whys have no bearing,
But here, in recesses, resides a phrase, as the mirror's allure sings its siren song...
"Was it worth it to meet you now? 330 billion cells daily. 1.2045 trillion annually.
Renewed cells. Cells never caressed. Tears never swallowed, with the salty ache of limerence combating limitation. A soul never held.
"Yes. Age we will. Time will wear our story away. And that serves comfort you could never find otherwise."
A year ago today. Today owns itself, not numerical pattern. Not the memories long forgotten.
You are new. They are new. Everything is new. A year FROM today. Now that's something new and exciting.
