Today, something a bit different for you. I'm feeling sentimental, so I wrote. This is what came out.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
When the train stops and the door closes, we hide in our cocoons and wrap ourselves in memories of a time that was. A time when we were all together, all one, connected by our passion and our love. Time was not present then. We lived for the moment, for the next pose, next step, next note on the scale.
What is to become of us now? We will return, but we will not be us. We will be broken, we will not be complete. Those that were will no longer be. At least, will no longer be with us.
All we have now are memories. Frozen images and empty songs. We are changed. We are each other, and we are ourselves. We have taken, we have given, we have emerged anew.
