Growing Pains
Life is always evolving into something else. Something old passes on and something new comes along to take its place. So it goes. So it is.
Another dimension exposed. Revealed through a looking glass that was never used before.
Composed of fragmented memories scented like roses, a mixture of feelings cherry picked from time.
But, it’s soaked in venom and the realization bites— Nothing ever stays the same.
Reality folds into itself, stories rewrite themselves and impressions evolve. The never-ending origami continues.
Each second morphs into different shapes, and experience is born as the cycle runs its course. The old looking-glass crumbles until a new one sprouts and is plucked from the dirt. Now the old one retires and disposed of back into the Earth.
Guatape, Colombia
Moving Out
Each room was a stage for an episode, like TV show backgrounds. New seasons and new people, the lighting changes.
My room and I move and morph like water. I used to think my rooms always stayed the same, but through my memories, it is revealed that they have changed along with me.
Now, leaking sunlight pours in through my windows as I fall into the uncanny while I sweep the floor one last time. Time swings me to that first moment of opening the door to the now old, but then new setting, while my body is fixed in its present point. Life is breathing with me, and I realize, standing in the barren room, like the moon, my room comes full circle. So the next room I am in will be the new setting for the next phase. And I will stare at its empty floor as I plan on how to organize the next chapter. But given the rushing of time, that room will change with me, fade away with me, lasting, one day, only in pictures. And then I will be staring at its empty floor again before I shut that door one last time.
