December 30 2017

"It'll be here waiting for you."

The line repeated in her head like a well rehearsed chorus. But that was the catch, wasn't it? Nothing was ever truly waiting for anything. No matter how solid something appeared it was always shifting, subtly changing. It was only in her mind that things were as they had always been, that there was something to return to. In the end, every moment was a sort of decision; to change with this or to change with something else. Either way something had to be sacrificed and something embraced. Because, no matter what, nothing was ever waiting for her at all.