There’s a very specific moment when you realize that the vision you had for your future is now
Dust.
Maybe not the big picture of it all:
Your house,
Your career,
Your garden in the backyard.
But the more immediate landscape of your tomorrow,
Next week,
Next month.
The friends surrounding you in this portrait. The man that’s made you feel so desired.
The Tuesday night parties and plans on Friday and dancing together,
All as if it never was...
And you’re silly for believing anything was ever real.
Solid objects become holograms.
Memories, fantasies,
Who can tell the difference anymore?
The space between what is and what was that used to split seconds is home now, stretching as far as I can see into the horizon.
A road ahead with no end and a beginning I can’t remember.
The only certainty are my swollen feet on the ground,
Confused but forward,
Functioning alive, somehow.
Moving just enough to kick up
Dust.