Day 351 "Filling These Empty Frames"

If only we could hold time in place like a photo in a frame, for even a moment longer, perhaps then we might appreciate these brief moments with our complete selves, instead of just watching them blur into oblivion without even a good-bye.

We see the future hang in the distance, and we wait almost forever for this impossible time to arrive, and when it finally does we only wait a second for it to pass into fog behind us.

There is more to the picture than the passing of time itself.

There is more than the future that fades into history far too quickly.

There is always more than this desire to stop it all from spinning out and away.

We dream of a time that can be held in place, like a photo in a frame, a moment that we can hang on the wall and forever appreciate.

We struggle with the idea of eternity, and in this stressful place we plot to capture something forever.

We simply try so hard to hold onto the ocean.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

One single moment, one single universal drop through our fingers at a time, until all the ocean has fallen into the great unknown.

If only we could hold time in place like a photo in a frame, then we wouldn’t have to see that we are the picture in the frame, and it is ourselves that hang on the walls of the universe itself.