Jul
13th
09
Inexorable
I stepped outside one night, and they were there. Two thousand pricks of light, floating in the darkening sky. How is it that an eternity has passed, and yet the fireflies tell me that an eternity is but a year? I chased a few, as if by catching one I could restore the vortex of days I had missed, restore them and enjoy them this time. But they floated, teasingly, so close that I could almost touch them, yet ever hovering just beyond my grasp.
One month later I stepped outside again, and they were gone, just as suddenly as they came. And so is the ephemeral nature of life; so life inexorably fades into darkness. And yet, somehow, life goes on. And in the depths of that mundanity is where true beauty lies.
