[Dali - Metamorphosis of Narcissus]
Now take your time and hold it in your hand. How can you forget, walk away, when it stares back at you with those as deep as forever eyes? When you long to pick it up and feel its tremulous heartbeat next to yours, the pulse of all its moments.
Keep it safe, don't let it escape and run away from you. You will never to get it back. It will run and it will hide. You could spend your whole life just searching for that one moment again. But you will never find it. It will not come back to you, no matter how hard you call, no matter how much you plead. Once it has gone, it is gone. You should have never let it go, no matter how much it struggled to be free.
But you know you have to part with it, because you know too, that time dies in captivity. You cannot hold it still. No matter how elaborate a cage you construct, it will slip through the bars, or die trying. Or it will pine away to nothing, leaving only the smallest stain on the memory floor to remind you of what once had been.
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