There’s the constant rise and fall of the waves, crashing against the rocks. The forces of nature so complex yet so subtle; sometimes clashing, sometimes crossing paths like the lives of you and I, sometimes waving in unison, sometimes doing unpredictable things, like we do.
Thoughts and feelings shade hues along the journey, desire and will like forces, pulling fragments together, making things happen the way they do, as alluring and eluding as ever. Yet, the rain washes away traces of the past and the road killed behind lost in the rearview mirror, the storm raging ahead hazy along the droplets of time.
A stranger in my own body, perhaps a forgotten memory of someone, in some other timeline on an inconclusive plan. A new path begins but where does the other end? The journey pulls on, like a haunted train lost in the labyrinth of time.
Endless time slips through my fingers, the world changing and warping around me like reading a loose string of words; forever grasping at the nothingness in a cloud of moments and memories. The further I get, the farther they are, like distant shores looming ahead in the horizon. Yet, the brevity of life like that of a candle that shivers out, momentarily waiting for a plunge into darkness.
Who am I? The answer is as elusive as the search, like blinking in and out of a dream. Am I a silhouette of my wishes, hopes, love & emotions or a fragment on someone else’s path? Or a collection of fragments scattered across a multiverse of timelines, a version of me from all the things I ever said or did before me.
I’m here, what now? I’m there, what then?