It feels against natural law for majestic moments to end, and yet, time peers critically awaiting to captivate the commanders of presence when the hold weakens.
Swallow the grief of atrophy, rip away from stolen spaces, say goodbye and glace back once more time. The cruelty of interconnection in an isolated existence is ridiculous and unfair, and yet, it is what is.
We cannot ignore the drive to know one another for fear of loss. We’ve already lost everything. We have very little control but for those small peaks of strength to wrangle the universe and say no, this experience is mine. Our hold may not last long, but it was worth the effort to tame it.
Hiraeth Examined 