Every Single Moment
Wasted in infinite numbers. We forget to appreciate each instant of connection. Sitting still, quiet in the same space. Just so share the air of a common room. It is a simple treasure not to be neglected. The time escapes the grasp of our human hands, and we rarely morn it’s passing. We devote to it more consideration after it has taken something that we love away. We are simple in our unconscious minds though we believe we are conscious of the second hand stealing away everything that is left. Resolve to taste those things that pass the threshold of my mouth more fully. Decide to hear the notes of music in heavy color. Promise to remember singular sensations as they dance upon my skin. Vow to know the flavor of a sunset inside intimacy. Learn to breath in deep and caress the odor of burning leaves on a crisp fall afternoon. The only opportunity stands squarely in front of me. Temporary; days floating away on the wings of the wind.