Innocence turned to arrogance, as the last dying embers of our youth died and drifted away
When time had finally overstayed its welcome, in an age when we couldn’t seem to get enough of it
“You’re just paranoid”, she said, as they began to remove her organs one by one. In their place was left a hollow shell: a piece of metal cold and uncaring
The day when we no longer recognized our own reflections.
The bashful became boastful. The eager became envious. The raring became restless, and the inquisitive became accusatory.
I still struggle to recall those words that you told me all those years ago—tears in your eyes when I swore to you I would never forget, but I did
I still awake in the middle of silence. The stifling night lacking boundary, thinking of what might have been and what will be.
And I’m not sure what’s worse: the fact that I don’t remember, or the fact you will never speak those words again.
But I guess have to be my own counsel now. I have to constantly relearn the skill of separating fiction from reality. I have to undo all the damage caused by habit and complacency.
It’s true that spark will become stagnation and liberty a life sentence, but we must remember that we have a choice.