Fresh is the spark.
Almost burning, the slightest tinge providing a sixth, seventh, eighth sense…
Our boldest strengths and greatest fears culminate in a world called “New.”
Times be good. Times be bad. Time’s profession — an uncanny obligation to make us feel every, single, emotion. Going down the road of life, no sentiment can be escaped.
Time be wicked too. Busy prescribing lost maddening sadness at her 24/7 pharmacy, while she divvies up heavy doses of loneliness and high grade misery. It’s all there, for your private, public, cosmic consumption.
Until the proper introduction to “change,” is made.
Time loves change.
Change loves time.
Unpredictably explosive is their union. They get together early, they get together often, eternally, in, flux.
The mighty forces that bring time and change together, forever come bearing gifts. Our wildest dreams are acted out in that heavenly demented place.
The damn “New.” Or damn the “New.”
Used wisely, these gifts can enlighten you, move you, free you. Allowing your soul to escape and break down barriers never seen, never possible — but only if you remain open, to, be — influenced.
This is the epic crossroad though.
This influence the reason “New,” is so potent, so dangerous and so so addictive. Being open leaves you vulnerable, and fear often never lets us reach a genuine state of it. The beauty in the “New” lies in that fact that you are the only one in control of this choice.
Vulnerability fuels an unknown manifestation, provoking one to ponder a chance.
Hesitation screams for shades of darkness, an element leading to well known tragedy.
What’s it going to be? What “New” can’t do, is answer that for you.
Give yourself a reason, a reason to choose…
Writer: Del Toro Alma
Photographer: TheCookiMonster
