Mirage.

pauses and discrepancies.

I am holding the sun in my palms at midnight and all its hurtful rays have merged into a supernova in front of my eyes. And it looks so complete, like the sparks of the cracker have come together to give me a sense of being fulfilled and complete while obscuring the voids that the night tries to represent by separation. The distance between each spark is the distance between each of our already lived realities which come together at a point, converging to give us a sense of our reality. The gaps overlap so quickly that when we finally perceive our realities we don't see the tiny pauses and discrepancies of our lived, already past timelines. This is why I think the past and the present define each other, build each other up because time never stops or pauses, it is continuous, mobile, momentary. Time is not a thing of the past, actual time is the combination of all the times we have already lived in.