⚜ between the past and the present

22/02/25

this was smth i wrote for my eng lang but i think i couldve ate down if i had more time so here i am rewriting it and posting it for all of you to see

---PROMPT: random beach image (not very thought provoking yes i know) ⊹ ࣪ ˖

distant memories and fleeting sounds rise and fall like the gentle breath of waves lapping at shore. an echoed laugh, incoherent chatter, and murmured words of affection harmonise together to create a melody of serenity under golden skies and the setting sun. the horizon stretches endlessly, bathed in hues of amber and rose as the last breaths of daylight linger on the earth, sculpting an image of perfection in my mind's eye. the wind caresses me with the embrace of the past and the present, whispering secrets only the soul can understand. i stand between the earth and the water, between the setting sun and the rising moon, between the rare entanglement of what was, and what is.

but you see, there's a catch. just like how everything sweet becomes sickening, every moment becomes a memory.

sometimes, when my brain starts to fuzz, when static rushes through my limbs to my fingertips and toes, when my head starts to ebb, i slip away. i watch the passing figures dissipate into nothing more than silhouettes void of life, waning in and out of my sight. the laughter, the chatter, and the murmurs all disappear as i let myself be consumed by the fog that threatens to swallow me whole. to swallow me, and this treasured memory whole. once again, i am reminded by the fragility of it all. it is far too easy to break the barriers that time holds together, as i have found myself lost in the past for the hundredth time. after all, a tangible being's greatest loss is to lose something intangible.