“As long as you can Promise me”
“We’ll be more than a Memory.”
Aria Sharp - One More Moment
Time slips through our hands like sand within an hour-glass. We feel the grains between our fingers, and let them fall from our palm as we lift our head to the sun and laugh at all that has ever been real.
“What Is Real?” We so often ask, escaping with the question but never quite finding the answer. “Who are we to trust in that there will be a tomorrow, and that tomorrow will not end us with promises that cannot be kept?”
An archiac dream that we cannot awake from leaves us screaming into our memories, searching for that moment of truth in which we might finally understand what it is that holds us here.
“Follow the Rabbit” said the cheshire cat to Alice, encouraging her descent into a mad world that does not wait for our comprehension. And so Alice did, and so the dream ends with her waking, not quite sure what was real and what was only a bewildering vision of our subconcious ideas and curiusities.
Someone to hold us, comfort us, and tell us that the world is real.
“Time will erase the past from the memory from the present, like words written upon stone that will soon turn to sand, eroded by the water and then washed away. Who will remember, when there is no one left who knows what the rock once said? Who will remember the stone for what it was, and when it too is reduced to pebbles and then sand, and then nothing at all? For time erases the past from the memory from the present, so mote it will be.”
But the joy of life is bright, filled with things that move us forward into existance.
Embrace life, and find comfort in all that ever was because Some things, not even time can touch.
