Black Canvas: The Myth of Closure

The door closes behind me, and it all becomes a memory. All it takes is one second for the present to become the past. How unfair.

And then, a foggy interpretation of that moment, replaces whatever actually happened.

How unfair.

We can’t see clearly what is no longer in front of us, even if it just happened. Even when the smell of the other person remains. And yet, people are constantly fading away.

Darkness. There is a moment in everyones life, when you finally realize that all the light you can give to others, comes from the darkest corners of your heart; the most neglected.

And darkness is underrated. We often try to push it away, as if it was the worst of our enemies, but it’s not. It’s worth experiencing.

It’s lonely.

No one lives through it the same way. But isn’t it the same with happiness?

I’ve tried so hard through the most special relationships in my life, to merge into the soul of those I love.

But it’s simply not possible.

We all have our very particular inner-lives that often find points of connection with others, and eventually dissolve. And all you can do is stare blankly as that emotion transforms into something else.

It’s a constant reminder of how little control we have.

I’ve loved wholeheartedly.

I’ve loved passionately.

I’ve loved foolishly.

And all I’m left with is the realization that there’s no such thing as closure. We just learn to live with unanswered questions and watch those we’ve loved dissolve into memories rising above emotions and observing the transformation it brings inside.

Art by: George Sanchez Calderon

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