the deluded ones [#2]

wish

march 18th, 2017

when the winter sun rises, i watch as the sky changes its colors, transforming from the past to the present.

it changes, shifting to become something entirely new. although the scene brings familiarity to me of the summer sun's past, back when i asked if he too looked up at the sky, falling in love with it as each second passed by, it is no longer the same as it was back then when it set. seasons have passed, times have changed, and he has become a preserved memory.

nothing remains the same, and, as you said, i am amazed by how it changes each day, never quite looking the same.

he may never have taken the time to look at the summer sun's setting, but you make the time to look at the winter sun's rising.

and it's a little odd how different you both are, but, still, a part of his familiarity can be found in you because he and i, were connected as you and i are now. he is the past, you are the present, but who is the future?

that remains uncertain.