eternity // a predisposition.
by free magic
A Predisposition
When we have lived in the same house for a hundred years, separation is inevitable. At first, it picks us apart one by one, slowly, but for a short amount of time, letting us get used to the feeling of utter abandonment – a feeling that none of us have experienced for ages. And then it comes like a storm, and we are all blown away from each other in an explosion, left to wander the earth hopelessly searching.
The first time we were really separated was during World War II, strewn across the continents like litter. We thought that was awful, but not even a century later, an ambitious child plucked off the cherry on our sundae and revealed all our carefully hidden weaknesses in one easy gesture. And just as we recovered from that, we were ripped apart again by the only force that we consciously allowed to change us –
Love.
And it was painful.
