write me off, pretend I don’t exist.

Five o’clock and the sun sets, a fiery death that will not hear the word defeat.  The battle has been lost, but the war never ends.  As soon as we gained awareness, the time’s passage gained importance.  Aware of the time wasted, aware of the time gone, hopeful of time yet to come.

The stars are suns, too, somewhere else.  Small specks of light, lost somewhere we can’t comprehend, but only here.  Years away, maybe closer than we know, they light the paths.  They are the illumination, the light, the life, but we can’t even see them.  Our sun blocks their light, much like the best and brightest of us block those with only a glimmer.  We never see them.

Without the light, there is no time, and in the dark time stops.  Bitter winds blow you off course and you can’t see and you’ve been here for millenia…or was it just a heartbeat? 

Was it anything at all?