I was feeling a little melancholy today – thinking of friends and family who are no longer here, of memories that have disintegrated and dreams that I no longer have. It is as if time erases everything we hold dear. It eats away our cherished dreams.
One day it will have taken it all.
I guess that is a trifle melancholy. But tomorrow I will dream again! That it what it is to be human.
Holes
Holes:
I am becoming full of holes.
Places where people once were;
Where memories resided;
Where my dreams were stored –
Now holes.
Instead of shrinking
They grow –
like acid.
What was real
And full of laughter and hope
Is now a vacuum
I skirt around.
Each love and dream
Becomes a hole.
I am eroding
Gradually
Into the void.
Soon there will be more that is gone
Than remains
And eventually
I myself will become
A hole.
Opher 26.10.2015