We hold onto dreams of forever, as if ever held a corner in time. A sharp, distinct and abrupt form in existence. Momentary glimpses of evermore covered in thin plastic veneers of penetrable circumstance. Waters floating skyward prepared to immerse, suffocate and wash clean these plastic veneers of illusion.
We linger in these moments so faint of heart to desert this place. The warmth, the buried understanding of the human profundity of will and bleakness. Daunted in the possibility that the veneers shall never return. Each step further from the next, imprinting a deeper hole in the earlier existent void. Deep chasms penetrating the veneer of humanity. Until one is faced with the ever present reality, that one is quite simply forlorn.
We hold onto these moments of respite, to catch one pitiful breath of existence. One closing respite in the thought of forever.
For forever is ever, just a momentary glimpse of those things which will be imagined into existence. A water to cleanse the filth of existence…a water to catalyze imprint of the soul.
The space we attempt to satiate the longing for forever…are spaces gone just as they present themselves.
Lingering in the imagination of circumstance one wills themselves to fight against the forces of change, that will ultimately destroy their very existence. It is a small thread of protection, momentary forever….that will escape even the tightest clutches of humanity.
Becoming seized, yet knowing one can only in a momentary impression be gone forever and never…
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