Moments

Pinpoints of time pushed into the walls of my soul. Like a thumbtack holding a worn and torn scrap of paper to a telephone pole. The message is long forgotten, a ghost of a word of word of a thought of a spark of inspiration.
 Points so small the markings they leave behind are nearly erased and swept into the sea of other lost moments.

A strangers smile as you pass them on a sidewalk. The slight smell of the sea on her skin as she takes the empty seat next to you. The familiar sound of a wheel turning to an inevitable stop. The metallic hint of blood running down your throat.
Between the highest peaks of excitement and ecstasy, and the lowest trenches of confusion and chaotic desperation. Somewhere within, right in the middle, lie these small insignificant moments.


Though we may choose to define ourselves on the big moments, we may choose to parade them around,  to feel accomplished, awe inspired, giddy with glee. Other times there feels as if the choice is thrust upon us, shadowed with feelings deeper than our own understanding.
Despite this, all this, the moments of the between, the pin pricks of time forgotten. These moments are the real foundation, the real experience, the real definition of life. Next time you are sitting waiting for the bus, set aside your highs and lows. Power off your device and close your eyes. Let time slip away, allow life to flow forth, through, to writhe within you.

Let the moments be moments and time be time. We are not simply a collection of experience, we just could be maybe, if you allow it...

 We could just BE