Author: A metaphysical entity (Page 6 of 33)

I am the space between seconds and I hate the rush.

Humans try to decipher and make sense of things. They aim to have everything in categories, putting things, emotions and even other people in order. Even time cannot escape the seemingly intrinsic desire to be cut and chopped into digestible pieces.

How much I love the space on a classic watch between the seconds. The indicator jumps. It is one second now and suddenly, just as you’re reading this, the next. It’s hard to fight this machine.

In fact, you’ll never win.

I am trying to fight it, foolish as I am. I wrangle with it to be faster and slower, wishing for the indicator to jump faster, to salvage me of my burden. To go slower, to savour the moment. But many times your dear Papa has mentioned that this is noble but futile, foolish.

So I keep my time, every second. As a reminder that I am not in charge. Time is my master and so is it yours. We can be meticulous as much as we want but the indicator will jump.

Will you sit in between the space with me and watch it jump, again?

I witness astronomical dusk and still the artificial light is winning.

Within twilight I operate, cloud as my pillow. I can go higher and lower, within these limits light is at my mercy. I can decide between evening and night, waking hours and sleep.

With the tremendous power over earths rotation I can become drunk on might. In the end, gravity is passing me by as a former oppressor. Golden hour is an eternity for me, as long as I can move my cloud.

At 18 degrees my power starts to fade. Nautical dusk has taken over and gold fades to blue which fades to black. Twilight is finite and my eyes loose their gleam.

Tormented by the realisation of my flagrant fatuousness, I chase the last rays of red and orange. I aim to go higher but gravity laughs at me. I have encountered reality.

Astronomical and nautical, I am dusk.

Does a void contain anything? Why do I stare at it? If I am floating forever in eternity on this cloud, am I not void as well?

A road has two lanes and I’ll probably use both.

If the road is majestic, you hardly look into the rear view mirror. So how would you know which way to drive? I have been dreaming about being able to see both ways but the amount of information is too much.

So there I go again, driving forward in reverse gear, trying to make it work. At least it will be a beautiful ride. Wanna get in?

Yes, I know. Dragged into a filthy alley and beat up by slang until it didn’t resemble anything it was before. But how beautiful is it that light becomes lit? Something vanishes through the fire, it is being sacrificed for flame. Just like the “g” and the “h”. May their service not be forgotten.

Sometimes I feel like I am losing my g and h as well. How bright the flame burns? I can never say, it’s lit under my butt. I feel the heat and surely enough I move but how much their sacrifice has given to the flame I hardly ever know.

Light can illuminate, a lit candle shines into the darkness. Something will pay for the light, mostly the wax. A torch burns wood, a flashlight batteries. Humans burn as well, calories. How bright will they shine?

I guess it depends on you.