Life is undoubtedly magical, whether brilliantly so or not, it moves so swiftly through stages. Sometimes in the morning, you wake up completely blank, mournfully so. It feels like whatever you do doesn't make a difference, by tomorrow all signs of you will be erased. It feels like no one will ever know how much you meant to someone, how much they meant to you. These blank stages of your life are spell binding in the way you can go through the most emotive situations and wake up the next morning with no second thought to it. A stage like this can be a blessing, it can also mean the best part of your life passes you by.
Some days it takes every breath, every heart beat just to keep yourself from weeping. There is an uncontrollable amount of sadness that completely confounds you. I find these moments, these inexplicable sorrows, are a way to let go. These moments are when you stop fighting, you let the tide take you whole. The sea of memories are comfortable for a while, they lap at your mind, almost pleadingly until they engulf you fully.
Once the sea has you, there is no turning back. Your lungs fill with the wispy tendrils of moments already lived, already lost. You feel the weight of your body disintegrating, all the parts of you that once mattered, you relinquish your ownership of them and they drift away to join the sea. Slowly you aren't even a being anymore, you're just a drop in the sea.
