As I stare, bleary eyed out the window of this 7 story-high apartment, I can’t help but glance at the time and notice how quickly it has all gone, and how amazingly wonderful it has all been.
It’s difficult to pinpoint the moments of joy, the fragments of elation and the true overwhelmingness of the love that I have felt each and every day through every joy and pain that I have shared with a friend, a loved one, my family.
As the red sun dawns it seems only too reflective, too synonymous with the ending of my youth, the ending of the truth that lies before me that now I must adopt a stance of pride and a stride of dance as I glide swiftly into my adult days, bearing nostalgic parcels of distant memories on my back.
I’ll never go back.
Not through wanting, I can merely glimmer at the ghosts and whispers of before much like the waves that lap against the shores that signify only the smallest of the tidal power that lies hidden beneath the liquid mirror. Yet it makes it clearer. Clearer and clearer and clearer.
I daren’t go home. For now it is unlike what it once was. The business of the scurrying of the familiar bees have swarmed away to take new territory leaving only the lonely frail Queen and her King beside her; alone and tired from the duties of care and left depleted, a husk of the glorious wonder that stood before.
It’ll never be the same.
Only through looking forward now am I able to look back. The future must now be worth the pains of the past in order to banish the ghoulish regrets. Only through seeking the path to the ideal future will we surely be able to look back on the past and say that we did it. We succeeded.
