But A Brief Melancholic Moment

Kele Axum
Kele Axum
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

A song. A tale. A heartfelt moment.

I lie in bed some nights thinking how far I’ve come and how much farther I am from where I need to be. Thinking about love, happiness and life.

Life and its outcomes, its leanings, my hopes, my yearnings, my desperation, my fears, my happy moments, my sad moments, my happy but sad moments and other unending parts of the puzzle known as living.

As the puzzle unravels and life draws to a, sometimes unfinished, unresolved, disquieting end, I feel a deep sadness I cannot explain. With each passing year, I am confronted with my mortality.

Years go by, you watch parents age, friends grow, siblings mature and sadness comes in waves as you know these moments won’t last forever.

The fear that one day, myself, everyone you love, your work, and everything you have wrought on Earth would be gone and forgotten.

Sometimes, I wish I could tie a rope around the sun and hold the years in place. Living, loving, failing, succeeding, aging but definitely not dying.

Definitely, not dying.

Kele Axum

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Digital Media, Art & Design. History and International Affairs Enthusiast & Writer. Systems Engineer.

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