To quote La Dispute’s “five,” “there is a loneliness is this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock.” Love is a fleeting emotion that spends its time between minutes, evading us in our times of need. In these moments, I find loneliness, and I cannot escape it. One moment, I am content with life and whatever it may bring, and in the next, I am impaled by the sudden realization of my sole being. It leaves a wound that only time can mend, but that time can never arrive soon enough. Meanwhile, my brain fights a dissonance that aims to take me down, until it is rent asunder, leaving me with a longing for what we had
To quote La Dispute’s “five,” “there is a loneliness is this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock.” Love is a fleeting emotion that spends its time between minutes, evading us in our times of need. In these moments, I find loneliness, and I cannot escape it. One moment, I am content with life and whatever it may bring, and in the next, I am impaled by the sudden realization of my sole being. It leaves a wound that only time can mend, but that time can never arrive soon enough. Meanwhile, my brain fights a dissonance that aims to take me down, until it is rent asunder, leaving me with a longing for what we had