the moments

Many moments have passed and been taken for granted. Many moments have been silenced and taken over by loudness. Many moments mean something and nothing. Many a moment gets stuck and released. A moment is fickle. A moment lasts forever. Stop treading on my moment.

We are all smiles & aches

When we relish in what once was

Because it is easier

To linger in a moment

That is as long as a little death

And wait for a response

That is as empty as the air

While my insecurities

Within my chambered lips

Are invited to dance

By ribboned beats

And are sucked into a vacuum of

Carnal memories

Gliding through

Interrupted distractions

Like tangled fingers nestled in dreaded hair

And reopened wounds remold with a layer

Of what once was

When we dim down a song on repeat

That has lost its words

Amidst poisoned glasses that crash

On the dance floor

As hot breaths that grow cold

And sighs are stifled

In the backseat of a car

We begin to float away over the dull waves

Of a melodic sea

Desperate to hold onto that moment

With a loose grip

That is surely fading away.

Author: noramorta

For the first time after years of deliberation and procrastination, I move from the old fashioned pen and paper to display the consequences of my bad decisions, my inflated mixed emotions and my awkward findings on life.

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