Still life

Still, because even though life seems at a standstill, i still dream.Dreams are motions unrestrained by the morass of the interludes in life. Life has a few of those, syrupy pauses that make time crawl in its axis, making us wonder if we're stuck. It's what physicists call a change in momentum; what literary critics call a liminal moment. It's what I call still life.

Stillness usually evokes calm, a respite. But this stillness is not still. It rages inside unrestrained. It pulls at the corners of vicissitude and challenges its temporality. It has no patience. It wants it to be over. It wants to be un-still.

I dreamt your life was un-stilled. It made my skin crawl, full of the vestiges of jealosy.

Still, I remain. And so does my love.