And then her heart drops, as she sees the blurred images of the past becomes clear.
Clear enough for her to realize where she stands, where she is all along.
To feel awed by the beauty of the people before her, in the present and the possible future.
Thoughts become concrete, stories hidden with meaningless words.
Wonder and wander, only to know nothing is real.
And someday we’ll know.
We’ll know the truth.