Day of possible future today…started learning Python and procured an interview at Applebees. Been thinking all day about practicing how to show in my writing more than tell. I think I have a subject….
Her days are now spent the same as the last.
I turn to her-
Her eyes full of other lives lived now shrouded by age-she wasn’t prepared for this!
Relics of moments fleeting surround, alternating comfort in memory but also symbols of death
Once an icon-vital to this space-now shrunken, shuffling—family has disappeared!
Many call it the cycle of life…death of self long before the body dies is expected-for other people…not for oneself, God Forbid!!
I glance at the garden-it keeps time, in a way
Plants as old as her are still here-
But they have the chance to be reborn every spring
The same reaching roots waging battle in a subterranean galaxy-Who will win?
But there is immortality within those non-sentient beings-given sunlight and some tending they appear vibrant, young…
How cruel it must be not to age like the flower?