and then,
there are those brief moments between moments
lingering in the alleys of my mind
demanding their rightful place
to be forever etched in my memory
like a faint trace of a scent
after you leave a room
like a hesitant stare of an eye
breaking open my soul
like a fragile touch of a hand
tearing down my mighty walls
like a deep resonance of a voice
agitating my self control
that’s something worth writing about
those split-second moments
of eternal forever
