After what felt like a lifetime
Like the world had stopped for us in a single place
And the universe allowed us, for a moment, to be silent
To take everything in and allow it’s nurturing essence into our lungs and our blood
It is now over
Will everything be the same as it is? Or the same as it always was?
Have I changed? How will I know?
Like the waterfalls that were all around us, maybe experience erodes us after time
And not in an instant
The dream is over, back to reality
The Poetry of OCD 