"All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched."
Paz. Octavio
The people may be different or the location can shift, but the underlying theme remains, undeniably the same. You may catch a glimpse of something, but then it is gone. You may hear a distinct sound, but no one is there. It might not be something you can feel or actually see, but there is that knowing that you have returned to a different time and space.
You stand, silently waiting for this foreboding to pass. You don't know the exact scenario, and you may be uncertain as to who ais playing this unattainable part.. Reactive words escape through your lips, but true feelings are buried beneath the ink strewn across the page. It would seem the storyline is following a plot from a very long time ago.
In this stillness, you can take flight into the darkened sky, skimming the edges of horizons with hope of finding the fallen sun. The hidden dialogues must be found at last and the ancient maps exhumed in order to find the way. The fragile heart weeps, begging you to find the final narrative to put this story to rest.
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