my hands tremble constantly now
as unsteady as the course of my life
forever ago I was a photographer
but now every shot remains blurry
like the passage of days into weeks
and on the day when my hands still
I wish to be beneath a clear night sky
a picturesque death
Moments stretch into eternities and we are immortal in the memory of them
Days blend into weeks and into months and years, ever onwards
The memories we made are but hazy suggestions of a time gone by
Are we bound by nostalgia in the same ways?
Forever seeking romance in past traumas or trauma in past romances
Do we chain ourselves in acts of redress or remembrance?
Must we swim through seas of ennui to find desire?
Like waves of emotion beneath an unending sky of memory
We break against the shores of uncertainty
the practice of introspection, success is a pillow free of tears
lost love is an open wound, rejection cements childhood worries
happiness is your laugh and your eyes locked on mine in adoration
joy and hope encapsuled in tiny dots that you do not remember
but i know, like memories swept away too soon
these moments are not those which are special to you
finding solace in escapism, like the days of youth
rejoice in sleep and slip away, death is certainty
the world is not alive when i am not with you