I caught a glimpse of a movie. A time long gone. A glimpse of a scene from a movie from a lifetime ago…
Funny how these things can time travel one right back to a place, a moment.
Time is not our own. It’s moments granted to us that we borrow. That we give back.
How strange my world is now. Will it ever feel like normal again?
That movie. One of the last minutes with you. One of the last minutes with a tiny family I will never know again. Watching him falter those last Christmas’s… Not knowing what to buy, what to give anyone. Seeing him try to fill the gap left by the illnesses ravaging you…
I still have that box set. All three movies.
It’s tragic. A hardening of the soul.
I hear chimes… Christmas bells. I smell your kitchen and the house… The lights, the fire, the people… the hazy, cozy warmth that even a fight couldn’t harm…
Gone.
We walk on different planes now. Our existences have changed drastically.
See now those ghosts of a thousand years. Stretched out along the immense pathways ahead. You’re not with them. Neither of you.
Where do we go then?
Too many questions….
It seems as if the Great Nothing is creeping over the land. I have run to those places where the sun always shone and found them darkened.
Is it just since you’ve been gone? I cannot tell. I cannot tell if the entire world was darkened by your exit. Or if it was just an uncanny turn of events but here we are.
Minions fighting against an ever-creeping scourge which threatens the very way that humans cope and live… A scourge that many do not see.
Or is it just that you are not there? Not here?
Time is not our own. It is given to us, borrowed and stolen by us but it is not ours always. I’m going to go and watch the rest of that movie because it’s a good one. I will put aside the emotions or memories because that is done. Gone. Yesterday.
Today, tomorrow and the rest of our lives is what matters now… The show must go on.
Good night my friends.