“at some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. you don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. it is enough.”
- toni morrison
more than anything, i’d like to think this is why i no longer feel frantic with the need to chase down each moment, to press each memory between the pages of a book until they are fragile and brittle, discolored with time. more than anything, i want to believe that it is not because i feel defeated by the passing of time, a coursing river ceaselessly rushing, always away from the worn bed of pebbles that line my heart. i want to believe that i have not become too scared to care, too disheartened to see. more than anything, i want to still believe that i can keep everything that i love.