We are moments
Bound by bones.
Brought to life,
By heart and soul.
You are real
though you are just a sequence of light.
A hologram held still
in my line of sight.
Like guitar strings plucked,
A vibration of life.
You’ll echo through me
Long after I’ve died.
And soon we will be
Consumed by time,
Melted clocks over branches…
Swept away by the tides.
But I feel you now…
In this moment, right here.
You’re the only thing I’m sure of,
So you’re the only thing I fear.
Maybe if we
Just stay very quiet,
The world will keep moving
And we’ll slip right by it…
Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC
We are moments
Bound by bones.
Brought to life,
By heart and soul.
You are real
though you are just a sequence of light.
A hologram held still
in my line of sight.
Like guitar strings plucked,
A vibration of life.
You’ll echo through me
Long after I’ve died.
And soon we will be
Consumed by time,
Melted clocks over branches…
Swept away by the tides.
But I feel you now…
In this moment, right here.
You’re the only thing I’m sure of,
So you’re the only thing I fear.
Maybe if we
Just stay very quiet,
The world will keep moving
And we’ll slip right by it…