moments in time
stepping stones of breathlessness that leave nothing but solid recolections of what life is about... sun scratching its way through the clouds for a moment of conversation. and it is then i realize what it is to be different. having given something i can never give again in return for the same.
the world flips and rests on my shoulder... want it to smother me into the juices that make me, me. spilling into the universe and exciting the stars.
i watch them now, crying for some definate sign of what is to be come of me now.