Eternity

It's easy to believe.

It's easier to deny.

It's easiest to dream.

But it's almost impossible to accept the impossible and move on. And it's standing there, staring straight through me.

There never was going to be a forever. Ironically, the only thing that ever remains constant is change. But why so soon?

It seemed only yesterday that time seemed eternally plentiful. But then, I had seen the lack of forever, and had accepted it, without knowing what that actually meant.

So caught up in the present, I forget the future. So caught up in the past, I forget to see the present. And so it goes on.

Like an hourglass, the last of the sands are trickling through my fingers while I try desperately to latch on, slow down. It just simply wasn't meant to be.

The delusion that time was plentiful had obscured the truth, that everything is, was, will run on a timer. Don't ever let anyone tell you there's a forever.

And it's happened before, many times. That tense anticipation, the desperation, akin to waiting for christmas, but instead, filled with dread at hopeless loss. A month, a fortnight, a week, a day...

Still, the clock ticks steadily, relentlessly chipping away the moments that are left. There's still time, there's still time, there's no more time. Now or never, but to wait for what?

Empty, that's what promises of returning are. Never wait, never come back. It's for the better I'm sure. Because why wait for something that will probably never happen? Just leave it up to fate and maybe, just maybe, the sun will smile on our roads.

And if only you could see, maybe you'd stay.

And if only you could change, maybe you'd promise.

Instead, the leaves will wither, the grass will die. The brightest flowers and sweetest fruits will dry and drop from their branches. Boughs will strip bare and the land will fall into mourning. A cold layer of snow will freeze the warm earth and blanket it with its frosty touch.

And so, comes the winter in spring.
Waiting for that ray of warmth.

That tree I thought would bear fruit didnt walk away or drop dead.
It simply wasn't a flowering plant.

Oh the irony of it all.

-Blood