where the ends meet

Apr 24, 2007 02:20

it seems so strange
the way things come to  pass
every moment shaking off another moment
letting it fall into the past
beyond what is now
to only be lost itself

but it is not lost
that is the beauty of the human being
our ability to process the moment
and then store it within the depths of our minds
to be forever recalled
upon a "moments notice"

but sometimes we become more than mindful of the moment
we become caught up within it
it dominates our mental landscape
it is closed gates
it is the end of days
it is all or nothing
sometimes one moment will become your entire reality
nothing else even matters

the moment is not always truth
not everything you see or hear
smell or taste or touch
or  think
is real

sometimes
its nothing more than a figment of your imagination

but it will be the most real thing that you have ever experienced
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