Through The Noise

Poetic Justice

There is always a bend in the road you are treading. A sign of something you don't know but is waiting ahead of you. Whether it is a good or bad thing that lies around it, you have no idea. But you know the very spot where you're hither and you can almost see what lies around it?

     I am there now.

I see glimpses of what would likely to happen years after. I can see myself... and you worlds apart. Both are in a mission of finding themselves. Both are weary and wounded.

     Standing there, I witnessed how quick I have faded from your memory and how I had been left to remember and forget everything. I'd been left with the feelings dwindling away, your name slowly becoming a mispronounced word, and trails of picture-book moments fading into distant memories, until all I can remember is the story about a girl who loved the universe too much, she let it go.