.Seams.

Time seems still sometimes, doesn't it? Seamless and floating. Never ending sometimes it seems. Other times it passes in the blink of an eye. The events that occur in the seams of time shape and mold and change and define us, regardless of our acknowledgement or realization of it. Once the inevitable confrontation with these changes occur, we either embrace or deny it. a majority of the time, the latter occurs. Especially when the changes are not savory. Even more when they are destructive.

Self-destruction is an intriguing thing to watch at times. Some are unaware, while others are completely aware. Some care little to none, while others care deeply of the consequences. The strains can vary and are often ignored by those around. Other times they are noticed and smothered immediately.

My own mind dips in and out of these seams currently. Dipping and bucking to and fro with a certain uncertainty. An ebb and flow of negative and positive--of cracks and crevices--of poison and antidote. There are times where I pause in the sea of uncertainty and unbearable rolling of the waves to stop. To listen. To think. I've not the ability to speak, for I am simply washed under the more important sounds of escapism and disinterest. It can be lulling and disheartening at once. The mind would much rather revel in the now and the free than the subconscious well of the heart.

My branches are weakened and rotting, the fruit dropping quickly with the swell of Fall and the incoming breath of Winter. When the new season rolls in, I wonder what there will be for me? Where will I be? Where will I go?  The tides are washing my feet. my direction is fluid.