The past is the past… that was once now- the present and the future
A future seemingly incompatible to ascend to the culmating point to…
Stairs – so many to climb, too much pressure for the lungs, heart pulsing immoderately hard, face laboring to cherry red, hands weak, knees so delicate like thin ice… all too hard, it can’t compete with gravity
But why?
Why does gravity always seem to… get in the way… the way of it all?
Because,
Gravity brings you towards the now… like a crash of the alarming truth beyond loudness to fall asleep
Like a manic magnet, not knowing, just pulling you while dissolving all past… the yesteryear – a memory clouded into questions… spiraling in a circle of ongoing confusion
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