Dream Drop Distance
I've noticed lately that I take less photos than before. I wasn't sure if that was because I am trying to experience the moment, trying to enjoy it as much as I can, or if it was because some memories aren't meant to last forever, hidden in the endless scroll of our phones. We used to share less and mean more. Perhaps we use to feel more, see more, and live more, at least I think I did. Maybe it's all been a trick. Sometimes, it feels like we have been asleep this whole time.
I have no idea when I started running from the sound of time strumming it's strings. It's something indescribable, and have no recollection when the song even began. All I know is that I find myself running, to where? to who? It's unknown to me as of yet. It started maybe as a jog at first, with late night banters and dreams about endless love. I recall wearing armor to sleep, and pulling swords from stone in nightmares. Conquering the evil then and playfully enjoying the possibility of the endless. Yet the song still played. Now I plan my months hoping to glimpse the crumbs young me left behind.
All the lessons I found back then are just pieces of me now. An augmented being of memories, pain, love, and knowledge. Even with all that and as much as I try to muffle the sound out. The pluck of eternal strings still syncs with all of time. A sound of what I will be, what I was, and who I am. A lullaby played for those running out of time.