The Brink

Substance and dissolution,

Evolution and extinction,

Consciousness and nothingness,

Origin and evanescence.

Whence we come?

Where then, do we go?

The years, marked; the countless bonds, forged;

The exchange, everlasting.

Thoughts, words, actions;

Inanimate objects and places,

Everyday objects and possessions as well,

Immortalized, irreplaceable, permanent.

Yet, the memory fades,

And life must go on.

Death is infamous,

'Tis life that is uncertain.

Art is Life is Art

God is an artist

And the world is his canvas.

Us.

Can you pick up the strands of an old friendship from where you left off?

Can you assure yourself that it matters no longer, yet in a tiny space, buried deep inside, still feel affection and pain?

Can you really move on with your life, when in your heart you're holding on to the past?

Can you really forget your past, the parts that really meant something, even if you never revisit those memories?

Can some things, seem never to make sense, yet feel so simple?

Can you ever forget or replace some people, some bonds, some memories?

Can you still resist when in your heart, there never were any differences?

Can you hold someone dear and yet manage to alienate them?

Can anything ever affect a mutual, happy and loving friendship?

Can you be truly separate, when you have always been one?

Yes, you can.

But one candid moment can undo the brave front you've put up for eons,

And release a high tide, overwhelming and unstoppable.

Maybe there really is something called forever friendship.

Maybe some relationships never change.

Maybe not.

But there's only one way to find out.

I did and I'm glad I did so.

I love you so much, it makes me cry.

I missed you so much, it makes me laugh.

With my heart full, I feel alive,

In a way that I haven't in a long time.

How could I have let you go?

I don't know. 

But I did. The pain I cannot bear.

 I shall overcome. It's not you or I.

We are us. Always were, always will be.

Unless. But wait, no more of that.

Today, is our day.

Beyond

"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain, or usher storm,

but to add colour to my sunset sky."

- Rabindranath Tagore