End

It felt like rushing.
Like waves rushing to the warmth of sand.

But little did we know that a moon in the sky
Had us on strings
To pull us
Far away.

Those days were like sugar,
With each golden sunrise crumbling into night,
And nobody caring,
Because it was so sweet.

Every ending meant another beginning,
And waiting just meant something better was on its way.

Nothing is ever final in the womb of youth.

And now I get to look back over this strange divide
I had no idea existed before.
Like a painting of an oasis pulled at the end of filming
And behind it, a studio wall.
A wall like the division between fantasy and life.

I stand here on the other side
Seeing the two,
The past, and the now.

The sunset here shifts dramatically after only a glance away
Unlike there, where the radiance lasts for days
And silken flowers never wilt.

Here there are tidal waves and winters

And things break that only used to bend.

Now I live in the place

Where things end.

Reviews

[Silver]

Every ending meant another beginning,
And waiting just meant something better was on its way

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