Time creeps by. It wanders and meanders. You barely feel it pass: a minute, a second, a year. Then it happens- something faint and so small you brush it away like a stray hair. It becomes more noticeable, like the moment right before you know you’ll sneeze- counting the seconds until the release.
Maybe one day, you find a book in a mess on the floor. You hear a song that tickles your brain. Somewhere in the back of your head a second flips by, then more. You’re left wondering what this feeling is: the middle of the chaos, but nothing seems to be moving feeling. Ignore it, move on. Time is fluid again. Ten seconds, ten minutes, ten hours, days, months.
Ten Years.
If I just close my eyes I can see a time before ten years ago. I can almost imagine what life would be like if not for ALS.
Almost.
What a night for a sunrise
And we thought the dark would never end
Reaching out to try to find a friend
What a night for a sunrise, sunrise…
What a day for a new day
And our star shines like a miracle
And our world is almost beautiful again
What a day for a new day, new day
Soon we’ll be lying in our beds
And new dreams will fill our heads
And the old ones will be ending
Hope we’ll forget about this place
Let it go without a trace
Wipe the tear drops from our faces
What a year for a new year
New year
New year
~Dan Wilson
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