Like a fossil. While the hands on the walls have turned, and so has the wheel of fortune, I feel stuck. Locked in a crystal of time. With old pursuits and intangible little goals that are still unattainable. Seemingly impossible. The image a clear resonance of tolling defeat. What seemed to be on my tiny palm, stalled by gravity, has found wings and flown! How soon can dreams turn to nightmares.
May the spirits be set free, and we start afresh anew.
