The things around us are fading.
What once held power (of fear, of guilt or even shame) over us,
will be but another memory in the lines of pictures in our heart.
Maybe not tomorrow, but certainly the day after that.
Things and people you thought you’d never survive.
Words you thought you’d never say.
Acts you were so sure of never doing.
It will all happen… and then fade.
And wouldn’t that be the other side of the coin? Wouldn’t that be what’s happening after the sublimation and the morning after? ‘The Evening after maybe’…
When the sun gingerly goes down over the hill of our missed chances and the rotten bits and pieces of shattered dreams. When it leaves nothing but a bright hue over the ‘spectacular’, the ‘terrible’, the ‘how could you?’s… and when even the burial ground of all things lost – that lies so deep within you – is given an aspect of beauty by the light and the colour. You close your eyes and think back at that one moment when you felt like being an adult for the first time – a grown up. And you’ll remember how that felt like, good or bad. It will all chain together then and nothing will have been in vain.
All will pass. And we’re created to overcome everything in the end.
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