Like dust and pollen.

Eternal Moments: Lost in Time at 3:13

Hey, are you with me now?

-What do you mean? I am literally sitting right next to you, she said smiling.

-Yeah, but are you with me like; not thinking about all the mundane stuff. Like every single moment we are together is eternal, like if it’s always 3:13. Like if a selfish lover fell so deeply in love, the world lost all meaning. Are you with me so close, you can hear the unrhythmical interruptions of my breath, or my crooked fingers slip through the dusty river stones. Are you with me even if we are frozen in time, even if I destroyed your greatest pride.

Because often, I sit alone on this hidden riverbank, thinking, watching the tall trees far in the horizon, valse to the pacing summer wind. Pollen and other dusty stuff get taken up in the air too, making a hazy ethereal ambiance. Like a fairytale forest.

And every time that happens, I am scared you will float away in the light of the day like the rest of the dust particles scattered all around us. So, I ask you again if you really are here with me, and every time you reply the same thing. And every time it’s still 3:13. And every time I look back at the horizon wondering something wild. And every time you have already floated away.

You know, honestly, I don’t want to stay stuck here, even a 3:13, forever, with you. I want to float away, with, with the rest of the pollen, dust and other stuff, into the horizon of tall wiggly trees. In the summer heat, in the warmth of life.

-your loving karim