The SKY Has Remembered Every Name I Have EVER Forgotten
A poem on mortality
There is a veil between here and there, between the weight of flesh and the lightness of whatever comes after. I feel it sometimes, thin as breath, when I'm washing dishes or driving or standing still in a room full of people—this sense that I'm caught between two worlds, tethered to earth by skin and bone while something else in me strains toward an elsewhere I can't quite name.
The body is both prison and temple, isn't it? It holds every ache, every joy, every unbearable feeling that proves I'm alive, and yet it also reminds me that this all of this is temporary.
There are moments when I want to shed it all, to slip through the veil and into that clean place where suffering doesn't cling to you like humidity, where the mind finally quiets and you remember what you were before you became all this noise and longing.
But then something pulls me back.
A memory. A name spoken. The way light hits water. The stubborn insistence that being here, being human, being this, matters somehow. That we're not just waiting for the door to open but learning something essential in the waiting itself.
So I stay. I hold the paradox.
I live in the unbearable slowness of now while believing in the collapse of everything into something eternal and I wonder which story I'll choose to tell myself today about what it all means.
3 DECEMBER 2025
My skin is stained with emotion my soul would otherwise not know. There is a holy place beyond where humanity is clean and the mind is at peace.
Sometimes I long for it.
Then I remember how strange it is that the sky has remembered every name I have ever forgotten and I’m reminded that it’s okay to be here for a moment longer.
There is salt crystallized on my skin and I remember I am but a grain of sand on an infinite shore. Time is not the same where, one day, I’ll be going.
Here, time is slow as honey in the mouth of God. There, time collapses. One street upon another and everything human passes in an instant.
Are we insignificant, or is humanity the beginning of something far greater?
My fleshly mind will never know, but my soul will one day see. There is time, and there is me. There is there, and there is hope.
Which one will you choose to live for today?
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Absolutely beautiful writing x
absolutely love this!!