I was sent a quote the other day, it really resonated with me. It read, “We are back to the beginning, but never at the end.” For me, I interpreted this as a book being reread—but never finished. Kind of like revisiting your favorite chapters, your favorite moments.
Those lasting memories you never want to fade. I’ve always been taught, time is merely an illusion. And most certainly never a friend. I feel like I have been sitting here counting every granule of sand. Waiting, wishing and hoping— that fate will have will have its way with me once again. And that you, that you will find your way back into my arms.
Whispering to me, I am home. I-am-home...Because home was never just four walls. It was two hearts beating, intertwined fingers, meshed palms, sweet lips, honey tongues.. it is everything love is hung from. And everything in between you and me.
The universe has never failed at letting us see just what was meant to be. And now, now I’ve been having these dreams, or nightmares so to speak—and you are all I can see. But no matter how hard I try, you are just outside my reach. So I stretch myself beyond what any human body should be able to do. Just to try to get myself to you.
But it never takes hold. It feels more like my feet are stuck in a mold, holding me down. And I can’t move, I can’t make a sound. I open my mouth—and nothing comes out. A gasp, small gasps for air. Like, like I need to breathe. But still, as I gasp—and gasp—and gasp— you are still all I see.
So please, please tell me...are we really back at the beginning? Or are all these just broken dreams that I am dreaming? Sincerely, Silent Lover