Forever and Forever and Forever

There is nothing to write. Nothing has ended, nothing has begun. One minute is as voiceless as the next, one year an exhale to another -- as easy as shifting numbers on a digital clock, as easy as raven black on a midnight sky. This day will end as yesterday had, and tomorrow will bring more of the same, like a long, thin strand of silver, linked on both ends upon the soft, smooth neck of eternity.

There is nothing else that I could wish for but silence, nothing else I yearn but grey stillness on a vast field of white. Maybe a blanket for warmth and a soft pillow under my head, but I wish that days could go on like this for forever and forever and forever.


However, I do understand that such things as these mean a lot to most people -- numbers and dates, beginnings and endings, remembering and forgetting. While I can't say they mean as much to me now, I do acknowledge how important such cycles are to the people I care about. And as much as I would prefer to express my gratitude in something more solid, more grand than mere words, I hope it will suffice and I hope at least a finger-brush of sincerity is felt when I say,

ありがとう. :-)