When does it leave? Does it disperse like air? A quiet implosion? Or was it never there? One eternal morning the eyes open and everything feels light and gut wrenchingly painful all at the same time. It’s all over and it was never there, both feel true. And I may never know what it is. Maybe I know there is no answer, maybe I see no reason to look anymore. Maybe I know I can’t, maybe I got thrown out of a race I didn’t know I was running in the first place. Now everything lies like a film of dust as I go about doing what I go about doing.. like it was never anything else.

As the steps keep forming, the old somewhere lingers. It is not remembered. It has no tug to it. Like a forgotten frame in an old home it is just there, till it slowly returns to where it all goes. A few words feel befitting, at this point in time.

The strong that has risen must bow to the weak that bid its time.

The beautiful must embrace the ugly that carried it to the other side.

It’s always the dark that must take on the pain of the flooding light.

A moment of grace for the heroes of the dark night.

May the light in its eternal joy never forget

the sacrifice of the dark night.