Saturday
"I know the border lines we drew between us keep the weapons down, keep the wounded safe. I know our antebellum innocence was never meant to see the light of our armistice. But how much would I give to have it back again? How much did we lose to live this way?" - Vienna Teng "Antebellum"
When worlds divide the constancy of the mundane suspends. As can be surmised, a portion of one’s existence ceases leaving an internal grave where necrosis and memory coexist. The grief for this can be surmounted only by a positivity that births greater compatibility with the environ. Even so, the loss is never fully repaired. It then becomes a choice of perspective, a choice whether to focus on the loss or the gain.
Do you belong there?
Do I?
In this agreement we together must strive to find a way back while I alone choose to move forward.
When worlds divide the constancy of the mundane suspends. As can be surmised, a portion of one’s existence ceases leaving an internal grave where necrosis and memory coexist. The grief for this can be surmounted only by a positivity that births greater compatibility with the environ. Even so, the loss is never fully repaired. It then becomes a choice of perspective, a choice whether to focus on the loss or the gain.
Do you belong there?
Do I?
In this agreement we together must strive to find a way back while I alone choose to move forward.