Walk beside me, still she does. Years after that event, the event, memory still persists; eeking forward in time with me, like an ominously leashed pet, always staring but never really looking
Time seems to fade things but in this case, things simply seem to fade time -- off and away into a distant place, so far not even the inkiest bit of the fingers edge can reach, or fathom, really.
Two years time ? What a line. Nothing in reality can make this anymore true: I walk the streets and feel her beside me. That oddly comforting feeling that is jaded with an innate sense of disaster, like the time I left the washing machine on without anything inside of it. Are those my insides ? Who's to say, really. But what must be said is this:
For so long we tend to dwell on what is not now. Yet for so long we are told that this is simply 'in another time'. Snap out of it. Be present. Live in the Now.
Yeah right. You don't even begin to grasp the centrifugal forces of omnipresent Time, constantly spiraling / looping / existing, everywhere. This is the conundrum, you see: so often we run away from time, try to escape 'a time', when really it is all here, all the time.
To escape is to deny the blatant truth of reality: there is nowhere to go. Kurt Cobain didn't even understand this. Neither did Amy. You cannot escape time. No matter where in reality (or another reality) you might place yourself.
All there is to do is to sit and to wait and to just Be.
I think of her, not in the past, but in the everywhere. She is everywhere, as am I, as are you. This isn't a postulation -- this is a revelation
So now, walking those familiar streets, here there and everywhere (we've traveled everywhere, I suppose), it is simply about the acceptance:
The acceptance that there is no escaping the now
The acceptance that the now is everything all at once
The acceptance that to be, you must simply let go of it all, open your arms, and be We.