An endless run

We believe many times something to be over, and yet that never seems quite true. Everything seems endless. Every fight is infinite. Any dream is unattainable in its fullness.

We’re running through a long tunnel without seeing its end. Here and there an opening arises in the ceiling where a sunbeam, drops of rain, or even a bird’s song seeps through; something that reminds us to keep running.

But the run is endless.

No sleep is deep enough to completely separate us from reality. So we’re running through sand. And hundreds of its small grains stick to our feet, while salty sea drops dry in our hair and on our skin.

And the run is endless.

What are your thoughts on endings?

~ by Estrella Azul