A poem by Maiara Walsh

Life, ephemeral, turns moments into memories chimerically defined, like porcelain slipping from my hand, reminder that all things break down over time. But therein lies the beauty, scattered in broken shards of continuity. The mind is forced to forge its path toward ingenuity. Nothing ever remains the same, the only constant in life is change, even subatomic particles rearrange... Therein lies the beauty...

Written by Maiara Walsh