Sometimes The Days Get Away

Sometimes The Days Get Away

There was someone, as there always is. And that someone wanted something, as they always do. But the pursuit of that thing, however ephemeral, brought the person not to ruin as most of these tales go. It brought them to a different state.

Be it of consciousness, matter, purpose, existence, things changed. They changed. They didn’t always recognize it. But it was so. 

Some reached a state of exhaustion. Like so. The one before us is ready to give up. Their journey has not been what was expected. It never is. But they never learn that. Instead this one set out with a task in mind, a task they were unsuited for. Yet one that would, in their eyes, bring both esteem and make for the sagas a work of truly astounding glory.

Little do they know that no such annals exist. What there is, is forgotten. What was will be created again. Their journey may appear pointless, an endless cycle full of grief and confoundment. It is not. For there is hope.

This one may not have it at the moment as they lean upon the trees. Rest is necessary. Their journey continues, but a new path lays before them. They need only sleep and open their eyes to it. 


Today’s art is courtesy of N Kayurova from Warsaw, Poland.

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