Jan 2018
They say the beginning is always the hardest.
The prelude to a single drop’s sunken birth is stretched over ages before it reaches its dark point of liquid origin. But when it does, it desires to travel in joyful pairs, for the long and winding journey ahead is bound to be theirs.
When the moment finally arrives, two drops begin their descent. Time does not seem to exist as they playfully circle and glide around each other, both with much content. No care, no worry, nothing except the pleasure of company; a dance which seems to last forever, nothing except untouched beauty.
Inconsequential, the two lose track. A delay, unforeseen, caused by an evident yet uneventful crack. During the aftermath time does not exist, but it consumes the seconds, like a watch on a wrist. To find one another lost moments must sink into nothingness, obliterating the beautiful history of all that is.
Destined to reunite, however, the two cannot fully rejoice, because the waning surface spirals towards an inevitable choice: who will fall, and who will stay. An unbearable sight, even for the birds of prey.
They say the beginning is always the hardest.
The prelude to a single drop’s sunken birth is stretched over ages before it reaches its dark point of liquid origin. But when it does, it desires to travel in joyful pairs, for the long and winding journey ahead is bound to be theirs.
When the moment finally arrives, two drops begin their descent. Time does not seem to exist as they playfully circle and glide around each other, both with much content. No care, no worry, nothing except the pleasure of company; a dance which seems to last forever, nothing except untouched beauty.
Inconsequential, the two lose track. A delay, unforeseen, caused by an evident yet uneventful crack. During the aftermath time does not exist, but it consumes the seconds, like a watch on a wrist. To find one another lost moments must sink into nothingness, obliterating the beautiful history of all that is.
Destined to reunite, however, the two cannot fully rejoice, because the waning surface spirals towards an inevitable choice: who will fall, and who will stay. An unbearable sight, even for the birds of prey.
They say the beginning is always the hardest.
