A Moment in Time

It was not night or day when it came to pass.

The time when the mist floats over the Southern field.

Worldly on goings were not yet flourishing.

It was silent.

So silent, one could maintain a simple thought.

The desert sky held her bright majesty.

She held each star as if they were part of an electrical parade;
a parade that only marched at night to day transitions.

There was a break in the horizon that foreshadowed
yet another clash of incoherent blunders.

For now, it was silent.

So silent, one could dream about fairytale worlds that dance
about the blue plumes of smoke forming in the just lit cigarette.

It was clarity; the clarity that only appears at such times.

This was peace.

This was vision.

This was the justification of brilliance.

This was the beginning of life, and the end of certain death.

This was comfort.

At that moment, comfort was felt no matter what the weather was.

This transition was cold and clear, but comfortable.

At that time of personal conquest and mental superiority,
life’s irony played yet another hand.

The vastness of perfect unity in the sky let go.

It was a stream.

It was a pathway of ignited energy.

One star broke away from the parade of equality.

One star strove for self-gratification.

A blink of an eye or turn of head would have missed this insubordination.

This star, in search of a different way to express it self, gave way.

Personal experience witnessed such a sight.

Personal experience saw the irony of this split second of non-conformity.

Personal experience witnessed this shooting star.

Every group, every team, every gang of barbarians has it’s shooting star.

Just as there is beauty in space.

Just as there is beauty in the way space controls our heavens.

Many mistake the strength of this parade; holding false securities in the splendor of twinkling manifestations that will not be moved.

I saw it.

I am a witness.

Stars do shoot from the sky.

This star was my star.

No other enjoyed this glorious example of single conquests.

No other stood in awe.

What was this new beginning to me?

This was the beginning of a new day, but was also the end of the last night.

What lies in between tells us our fate.

I will be this shooting star.

A Moment in Time


Santa Ana, United States

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This was a memory that came to me in a moment of clarity. Witnessing a shooting star, I actualy stood dumbfounded. The rawest, most simple interactionss in this taken for granted world, are what defines absolute beauty.



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