Beside You in Time



Drunk and stumbling down some street I’ve walked before yet can’t name or place, I’m certain that time exists on all levels. The past, present, and future. It’s all out there. All those versions of me, and all those versions of you. They’re still alive. They can be touched. They can be seen, and above all, you can hear their songs that stretch across the universe. I’m told not to be so foolish. That such magic isn’t real, but after all these years I’ve never stopped believing. After so many failures and dead ends, I never gave up, even when there seemed to be no reason to keep going. But my faith doesn’t lie. It burns as bright as it did back when I was a kid. It’s been with me through the thick and thin. It knows no desertion. It seeks no way out. What it does seek is what others don’t believe in, and so it remains. At the entrance to a park, I light my cigarette and look up at the stars. They would lock me up if they could see me right now. They would say I had finally lost myself, but only now does it feel as though I’m in control of all things. Only now as I hold my arms out to the sky do I understand why I’m here and what I need to do. There is no end, just the same as there’s no beginning. Death is nothing to fear because I’ve seen things. I’ve seen us in every image. I’ve seen us in every memory on every planet around every sun in every galaxy from here to the edge of everything. Blowing smoke circles in an attempt to impress no one, I wipe the tears from my face and laugh like the idiot I am. Would you believe me if I told you we were infinite? Would you take my hand and follow me if I showed you that we could travel to whatever plain we wished? Moving across some field not caring where I end up or that my feet are soaking wet, the music of you is in my bones. It’s a part of me and always will be. Flicking my cigarette into some bushes, I unzip myself and piss out my drunkenness. Dick in hand and mouth open wide, my eyes flutter and knees weaken, and in that split second, one version shifts to the next, and before you know it, I’m right by your side. On some beach of black sand, we link fingers and listen to those songs. Those songs that make us sway and kiss as if no one else existed.

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7 replies »

  1. Sometimes, we just need to reach deeper into our minds and souls, to find that sense of belonging, then, the world is, right, because we are now, in synch with our internal workings, and everything inside is balanced with what’s outside of us.

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