I’ve already been back for 60 days.
But every moment feels like forever flying by
The flux of feelings, decades
As if this life I am living
is flowing into infinity.
Phases of light and dark
Love and anger
Push and pull
Amongst the moments unexpected
and the ones predicted.
Things stay the same
But I’m changing
Things in a constant state of motion
But I stand still.
I open my eye
Even if for a moment
And move beyond the love
Beyond the hate
Watching the interaction from above
A form of selflessness
Embodied.
A way to bring me back to the center
A place not a part of this form
but accessed through it
And in those fleeting moments
I am no longer watching myself occur
But instead,
Being.
