Vintage Remembrance

Pause is a stop

A momentary stop

But what if it feels like eternal

like reaching the full stop?

For we are naturally carved for development and productivity

but what if that fire within our natural carving is snuffed out

and there is nothing that moves us to do, to be

and we suddenly find ourselves stopping to do and to be

eternal pause sometimes is the final closure of death

we feel like we are gonna die in that pause… we fail to do and to be

we are gonna die in failure

we are gonna die not doing, not being

and that is, we die before our real death

I miss writing

but i cant write about anything yet

I miss dreaming too

but i dont know what to dream about

I don’t know what I am hungry for

Or what I care about

I miss being inspired

but I don’t know what will inspire me

or what will ignite the fire in my heart

i wana write with my whole heart in it

like i used to before

i wana be proud of what i just accomplished

like i used to before

i wana be interested in learning like i used to before

i wana be so hungry for anything, for everything that exists

For hunger fills anyone like a placebo for existence

We think we exist when we are hungry

But it is a quenchless hunger for the fire, for the spirit

That moves us to do, to be

And frees us from the trappings of the eternal pause

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