Simpler

Life was never really simple.

There were never actually simpler times.

Just times that seem so much easier to swallow than what lays before us.

But soon, this time,

This time we're breathing in,

This time too will pass.

All things pass though, don't they?

All the big and small things, they all pass.

It's a testament to all those wadded up pages

To all the faded stories.

It's the truest form of nonexistence that is surely smothered in immortality.

As if the storms were ever our friend

Only stumbling through to wash away the things we hold onto so tightly.

Stand still and capture a moment before it washes away. This time is ever flowing.

In our veins and in our movements until the moment our every movement ceases.

All the captured moments will drift away.

Soon this time, the time we're basking in will pass.