Where do we go from time to time? When we flicker from an instance to another, we crave for what there was and we are not present. Tell the heart to beat in silence, to stay hidden from the world. You’re not fragile. You’re who you are, just the force squeezing you against the ground falls heavier than your mark on solid ground. Where do we go from time to time? If not here, but missing what was there, nor even there when we were, what is my moment if I keep regretting it?
I feel more disconnected than ever before. Denied, I speak to myself, but in whispers, for walls have ears and what is here is unacceptable. Where does my time go from here to there? I’m unaware of any consistency between my steps. It drops sporadically, surprisingly, yet every ounce feels so heavy. Where does my time go from there to here? I have an answer to this question for here is here and not there. My ‘here’ is the only ‘go’ I do. I just ‘here’ and I exist. A perfect motion from there to here as there is here and here is never there for my fragility tends to infinity and while closer to where I go, I become stronger for I become the immovable object. I am not fragile, I’m strong and I am successful to go from there to here, permanently.
Emanuel Ștefancu 