Here's to us...

I can't believe that still, even to this day, I can be knocked off my feet by the sheer realisation that the life around me has somehow completely changed without me noticing. I even look different as I allow myself to uninhibitedly gaze into the mirror. I guess our journey has a way of spinning us around, disorientating and making us dizzy, so when we finally regain our footing, we're standing at the precipice of a cliff, overlooking a vast mountain valley and an endless river towards the sky. I think I'll never get used to how my path can be full of gloom and despair in one moment, then in the next it can be filled with countless possibility. How in one breath I can be surrounded with friends, and as I exhale, I am completely alone once more, slowly realising that all of you have moved on. Moved on for good.

Love like yours can never last, because of its depth it is impossible to dig yourself out its basin. You try to climb its ledges - leaping from one end to the other - hoping to find solid ground, yet time after time you lose your grip and come stumbling down to the core of its pit. There is no way out, except to dig even lower, clawing your way through it, and coming out the other side. Then as your hand reaches over the last layer of dirt and dust, it is instantly enveloped by the warmth of the sun. You drag the rest of your body and soul towards the surface, finding yourself on an island amid paradise. The pit, it seems, was never your true home in the first place. Just a damp, dreadful illusion of everything you ever thought you wanted. You stumble towards a waterfall and let its waters wash away the pain, all the while thinking: I did it. I survived. I survived you.