Distance

Time a fallen desire to catch that space unchanged, our membranes perceived... more precious than a dime,  lapses it's essence of memories in smoke mirrors,  only longing to retouch the brush... the ruined ends that defines us,  if only we could ask the creator......creator  to recreate our past, instead false readings told to me by human hands reading a crystal ball created from the heat of sand now transformed into glass. The distance,  that instance,  life passes by as everything else feels like a coincidence,  wish list....., years planned hoping to travel a world like the creases created on my hand, an abundant past life imagined through the soul of a homeless man. Distance..........................distance between now and then, a praised  king now slaved by his own men,  blank pages of remembrance untraced ink lost from within searching blindly for the keeper of pens. I win.......I win Happiness defined by a molasses named wealth, family lost....strings broken the emotional health at evils cost achinggggg... The day when this sunlight will break my frost, regret fills the head of ages where the time to do something is now at a loss ,  a storms rage trying to steal back time and reverse the page,  slayed dreams slipping through mother nature's crust each one of us trying to remain while gone to the world remembrance of our everlasting image,this breath of life to be seen as a privilege of all who unite to this form of heritage......Distance.....D...i....s....t......a.......gone.