Beyond the boundaries of lost words and long ago replaced computers, I’ve found some of the written and visual pieces that were once on Relique. These frivolities are over a decade and a half old, most of them. But they still speak to me. I dabbled in visual arts but I was never one of the true “artists.” That was Paw’s gift, not mine. I’m a writer. I’ve accepted that.
I will share these old fits of fancy as the inspiration strikes. As I always have.
Somewhere, at this moment, a human life has ended. And, somewhere amidst the hectic rush of uninterrupted, unimportant lives, a promising soul is born. A replacement for the one we just lost, perhaps? I cannot say. I am not as versed in eloquence as the tongues of those who philosophize with mortality.
My lips speak only of eternity, and I taste the nectar of each syllable as they pour from where they came. Their unknown origins tremble beneath my skin; I can hear secrets under the breath of my own soul.
I have forgotten my name.
Today was ancient, and we lived a thousand lives in the midst of an hour. Death has come but once….tonight.
Who will replace us?