Swept

The tide has swept you. You are now part of the current, and there is nothing you can do about it.

It is taking you to dark and dangerous places.

You know what is happening, and you are aware of it.

Yet, you are helpess, powerless against it.

There is a hole that simply cannot be filled. The harder I try, the less successful I am.

And the hole only grows bigger.

And the glimmers of hope are only that: glimmers.

Will they ever materialise into something real?

Transience

Ask me to describe what I think life is in one word, and I will say this: fleeting.

Every person you meet, every experience you have, every music trend you hear... your friends, even your family and dare I say, you.

I am not who I was a year ago. Of the people I surrounded myself with, many of them are not here anymore. And yet, in the moment they felt so real, so sure, so constant. Things that seem forever are never forever. In the last few months, this is all I have learnt. People will come, and they will go. Some will stay longer than others. Some will make a stronger impression than others. Some will burn bright, and fast, and leave a huge mark on you and change the course of your life forever, but you will only have the privilege of knowing them for a short period of time.

I can count these people on the fingers of one hand.

They are no longer here, yet there are part of me as surely as the air I'm breathing right now.

This realization is not a negative one. If anything, it has made me appreciate the people around me at this very moment even more. Because I know that they will not be here forever, I want to make the most of them. I want to learn from them, laugh with them, I want to know them.

And, just as much, I want to give myself to them, if they would like to have me. I will tell them my stories, I will open myself to them, and I will do my best not to hold back.

Because I'll never know when I'll never see them again.