Wisdom I

Inspired By: Porter Robinson, Kings Kaleidoscope, Jesus

It's strange. Looking back now I can hardly remember your face; even as the memories replay. Another thing fallen beneath the murky waters into the cloud of memories I'd rather not have.

I saw a picture of you yesterday. One that I had taken. It felt surreal to see something I know I captured with my eyes yet had so quickly pushed deep, deep below.

Even in the eve of calamity when the world was about to cave in there was such a sparkle in your eyes.

When did the rainbow fade? And what was every shimmer after it? A rediscovery of truth? A lie in want of it? Or simply what you felt you should have done in the moment.

Not that it will help, after all. I was looking through my dusty recollections and in the wake of collapse I relished in the split. I gazed down at you with a grin (yet a tear sparkling in my eye).

Yet as I look at the flowers and the birds of the field and off into the infinite horizons, they shape my nowadays, where I find myself wishing you well.

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