Sunday, 4 September 2016

Bryte and Present.



It’s ok; he looks at her the way all old men look at beauty.

It is no longer lust.

Not even yearning.

Just a painful appreciation of something untouchable.

The desire to reach out is no less, to feel the vibrant force of life.

But it’s as harmless as it is beyond grasp.

Some mistake it as nostalgia for something lost.

But nothing is missing.


Every moment of every chance remains bright and present, maybe brighter in memory than it ever was in truth.

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