Slowly coming into view, reality seeps into me. Spaces seem too big, like the world suddenly expanding... or is it me that has shrunk? either way, nothing fits anymore. The familiar seems devoid and lacking, incomplete. It's raining outside, drops of water keep tracing their way down my window. I look outside but I can't seem to get past my reflection, the whole room seems to be crying.
It's unnervingly quiet. Why does change train us to never feel comfortable? Today and tomorrow can always be a world apart, a distance as big as the chasm between a thought and a feeling. Spaces this big can't be connected with reason, or filled with emotion. If you can't see the other side of that void, you can convince yourself it's not there.
Time stretches pain thin until it unravels into a memory. Memories fade but not without leaving in imprint, always building a foundation. The unfamiliar turns into the everyday, and the life that seemed to slowly begin with a whimper eventually runs like a clock again. But not tonight, tonight's the time for that whimper. Tonight the silence fills your space. Tonight I'll watch a thousand drops on my window, and another thousand on my reflection.
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