“Nothing sorts out memories from ordinary moments. It is only later that they claim remembrance, when they show their scars.” -Chris Marker

Days stream together, the monotony takes its unrelenting toll. I forget. I’m lost. Experiences are blunted by the thought of the next; you’re breaking my heart. I’m held captive by your eyes but still I turn and look away. Forever looking outwards to envision a new day. 

I look around and it’s all the same, my disillusionment turns into disorientation. When will the path make itself clear to me? 

To me.

To us.

To what we could be.

To what we are

was lost in that moment. 

What was real? Where was the objectivity?

Just get through this day. Tomorrow will come if it will. 

I make promises I know I can’t uphold while your words escape me. Emptiness engulfs my soul; barren and desolate and alone. Always alone. 

The memory of you looking at me

seeing me

choosing me

carries me on

to envision a world where we could be. 

And once again I fall in two.