Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Originally published February 26, 2018. "Time Has Teeth" - Recorded 1/13/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/02/26/time-has-teeth/ There are no preyNo predatorsOnly TimeWhich consumes allIn the end.
Today's reading is a very short piece, but meaningful in showing how lost I was at the time, yet how despite that, I had a glimmer of hope in that I was doing my best to leverage routine and friendships (no matter how fleeting) to stay afloat. "Adrift" - Recorded 12/31/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Adrift”
In the end,We are nothing more than a dropIn the ocean that is time.
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
When others speak for us, We are often reminded of our differences. When we speak for ourselves, We discover our similarities.
Deep dive to Shallow pool Through and Into the black; Jump right back. "It's just a reflection." …shivers down my spine. All distance: A journey, Yet to be defined. All longing: Absence, Yet to be defined.
"Will we ever learn?" A question we ask Time and time again, The answer only found in -unwavering- pursuit thereof.
In the heat of the fire's glow We watch the day's light come and then go The seconds turn to minutes turn to hours then they're gone The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting long Evening turns to gloaming turns to darkness turns to dawn Amidst the calm of the falling snow … Continue reading In the Heat of the Fire’s Glow
There are days Where life seems to hide around every corner like a menace Waiting to strike when the time is right Waking up to darkness and frosted windows The day begins far too soon And by the time we at last return home The sun has set and the cold has crept once more … Continue reading Come What May, There Will be Another Day
Memories made with those we love we always will hold dear Even when we're far away These thoughts will keep us near Life is short, and what's to come, can seldom be foreseen The fragment past and future whole With only time between
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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