The Moment Before It Starts

Take a trip with me, into the dugout before the final game begins. The coach whispers a final word in your ear, thousands of crowd roar. Both feel like the same thing. Like the sound of rain. You could almost ignore it. Your heart beats, reminding you that you are alive. Alive than you have ever been. Life is for the living and you are owning it. You now understand how it’s the only thing you can ever own. A short prayer and you swear to God that you will always live by this and steal a glance at the skies.

Take a trip with me, backstage, the audience settles and the chatter subsides to complete silence. So silent you can hear the hiss of a cigarette burning. She blows a ring of smoke in the air as he stares right into you. She doesn’t speak, she barely moves. Just the smoke rising from her lips. It fades, slowly into the air. It all happens so fast, you could have missed it if you blinked. As the smoke faded into the air this moment too will fade out once you are passed the curtains.

Our lives are summation of moments, ones that we will remember till we are old and grey, ones that lead to greater moments, the ones we will wish to forget and the ones we will never remember. Sheds a whole lot of shade to the idea of ever holding onto one, especially a wrong one.

…ideas can be a dangerous thing to love but the man to whom they are most dangerous is the man of no ideas…

If nothing matters, isn’t that all the reason you need to glow for no reason and shrug about like you don’t know?

Glow and never burn out

Fly so close to the sun that our lashes will catch fire but not burn.

Smoulder in perpetuity.

Of all the four-letter words in the world we’ll spell out the word love on our knuckles with ink.

Before the ink is dry, the next moment will be here.

And through it, we will glow.

Whether we are cheating life ‘cause we can’t cheat death, or whether we are honest as the day.

Whether we are making love by the moon or whether we are fucking like savages.

Whether we live on the edge or whether we dream about libraries.

Whether we concur the world by shooting arrows from horse backs or whether we concur the world by scratching paper with quill pens.

We will glow.

Perhaps okay will be our always…

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