Tag: Fragments of Decay

It does not fade with time. The memories and the feelings, they persist as much as the persistent ticking of a clock. One of the greatest lies we are fed is that time is the healer, that with time or given enough time it will all be made right. If we only allow a little more time to pass, those moments will begin to slip into our distant memories and disappear from our minds. If only that were really true. 

The past is like the vines that spring up from little cracks and then they proceed to tangle themselves around objects nearest to them. They crawl forward, pulling at whatever tried to escape from its grasp. Much like the vines that swallow entire trees and buildings, the past tries to swallow us.

Every heart has something built up around it that has been constructed over long periods of time. As we move through life, various circumstances come into play that provide material, prompt additions, cause cracks, or breath through entirely in conjunction with the structure we construct around our breathing hearts. Whether we like it or not, it is simply part of life that cannot be ignored.

It might be strange to hear, but we all decay in one way or another. Buildings and other human structures are not the only thing to crumble over time. Through broken hearts, sorrow, depression, and a litany of other reasons, our worlds have transformed from sunny skies to thick grey clouds. We have all become decaying buildings on the brink of disaster.

We have sanctuaries inside of us, build of strong bricks with a lock made out of insurmountable steel. These buildings are vast and grand, built like a fortress with the intent on lasting for ages to come. Nothing can hardly get in and that which does we intend to keep there.