one splitting into two at water’s edge autumn’s reflection bleeds into the water stirring distant memories blending them gently together transcending a multitude of years anchored only by a pair of white swans
Time trickles slowly through my fingers. The stars in their eternal orbits shifting with the seasons. My mind stretched between the past and the future. I want to move forward without loosing all that I’ve held precious, without letting go of old dreams, or you. And so, I stand at the precipice drowning in the weight of what was or could have been. Teetering back and forth trying to let go, trying to reach the stars ✨ to ignite new hopes. I just need one little push.