Dan said,
now is the season for remembering what's past,
along with other words calling forth a world of glass.
Immersed in the now, and also before.
Calling up on one, two, three...
Some things are fading and some, sharp and clear.
Stones thrown in this glass house still shatter more than air.
One is fuzzy, distant, ok. We use our words as we work and play.
Two is clearer, yet distant some how... It's shifted in to neutral and moves without push or pull.
Three is the kicker and is kicking still. Perhaps that stone wasn't thrown after all.
This Now, that just happened, held so much love, but also the heartache of oneness (three, two, one).
I count it down, always back to one, remember, reset and wonder, when...
When will I share the adventure that doesn't fade.
When looking back means a fixed forward gaze.
When what I see now, I see in the morrow,
and the day after that,
tomorrow's,
tomorrow.
Rückkehrunruhe
n. the feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness—to the extent you have to keep reminding yourself that it happened at all, even though it felt so vivid just days ago—which makes you wish you could smoothly cross-dissolve back into everyday life, or just hold the shutter open indefinitely and let one scene become superimposed on the next, so all your days would run together and you’d never have to call cut.
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