How far is far

I've always wondered how far someone can go without taking a glance back on whatever they left behind. With each step, reaching new boundaries. Each blade of grass further away from home that you'll ever be. Tis funny when everything is good and people try to defy gravity for one another. Like kids on our first ride on a ferris wheel, scared but excited and when we hit the top of the wheel, we don't want to come down. It's like a waltz. A waltz that we don't want to end as we dance together with our dreams encapsulating ourselves and the world around us turns to a field. A field where we can pick up clovers and watch as clouds go by without a care of what may come next as a soft melodic tune plays on a piano coming from a lone beach house nearby. Blissful, as we sit on those fields before the tiny stream. Searching for the one clover that would bring us luck. A bliss only comparable to the taste of honey. Carefree as we sit there, never wanting the days to end. A little too fast do they pass on. Remembering those trips on the ferris wheel. Times spent together, waltzing 20 feet off the ground. Defying gravity for one another. All seem so far away. You've taken another step, you're now the furthest you've ever been from those memories. How far can one walk ahead without turning back to their memories of days gone by? How far is far?


[And we sat on the warm sand trying to find ourselves, only to find ourselves lost again]


Inspired by the anime Honey & Clover.