White Ruins

We met in late autumn many years ago, but our future is in a hurry to end at this moment. When the passage of time turned everything into a set of unsolvable equations, I once wondered how the unscripted drama would end. When I was in a daze and let my thoughts bypass that second of contemplation, I finally realized that maybe some things really couldn't be forced. The moment we were separated at the crossroads in silence, the future was already far away from us.