THEN
Brisk and chill, the air fills my lungs as I wander in the dark familiar moment. Lost completely while hanging to a thread of past remembrance…am I there now, could I be? Was it as I remember…or rather a delusion? My personal tower of Babel, a means to reach a state…a place…a sanctuary that may not even exist, but still the same I build. I build for hope, for peace, for purpose. And will I attain this “heaven” I strive so hard to touch…if for just but a moment? I am ashamed and proud at the same time for this beautiful creation…for what of hope, if not a means of survival? And deceit…it’s role is of equal import as a portal to the future, to yet another day. Is there one among us that hasn’t deceived themselves…while the pain of truth was just too great? I stood tonight where I stood then. A spark of feeling, then an influx of memory…some too intense to grasp…so I let them pass, within my reach yet still untouchable. It is better this way…for now.