Friday, December 14, 2018

You Must Choose or Be the Past or Future

A million moments a day lie awake at their twilight beckoning a second glace

Linger and soak in them for a minuscule moment more

Humming deep in your throat like a favorite childhood snack

Releasing the invisible ink with which you write your story.

Our pause button,

A deliberate deja-vouz,

Stretching a moment into infinity and

Tapping into the endless potential peace

Sitting in a moment the end of a deep breath out.

It's there

A Million Times a Day.

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