Silly Love Songs

She sits, but she is not stationery. She is hurdling forward at breakneck speed, alongside an endless string of evergreen meadows, glassy eyes cattle slowly expanding and then bursting out of sight. She lifts her willowy wrists, layered with ratty thin string bracelets and pushes a piece of her dark hair away from her eyes. She sees a lake, spilling out from underneath a red and yellow brick house, she sees an army of temples, all conflicting in their traditions and rituals but unified by the same god. She inches towards the glass, her lips just almost resting against the cool surface.

She thinks to herself, like everything that passes before her eyes, everything is transient and nothing is forever.