Moment

Let's be brutally honest for a second. Let's be brutally honest for a moment I should say because this piece of writing will encompass much more than seconds, it will encompass a moment. A moment should be a subjective standard unit of measurement, contradictory I know but we can all pinpoint a moment, but we never know how long that moment goes for. We never know anything about that moment other than the moment itself. Again, that is a tautology but you know exactly what I mean. In that moment, nothing exists, nothing matters, nothing is there other than that moment and to be encapsulated by that moment, be entranced by that moment is nothing but a beautiful thing. This moment may be with someone or even with yourself but you know that the moment is a euphoric thing, a thing, an entity that captures a frame of time yet it is immeasurable.

In contrast, this moment can be deadly, it can be poison, it can be deceiving because within another 'moment', that moment can become the complete opposite of what you thought about the moment beforehand. A moment can hurt, it can tear a hole in yourself, not just your heart but at the essence of your own humanity.

It is surprising if we take a moment, any moment and yet they are all different from each other that encompasses a different length of 'time'. We all experience a moment within a subjective time frame yet we use it so frequently and in such a manner that it denotes a part of time in our experience in which everybody understands. A moment can be so eloquent, so... Intricate but it can leave a crater inside. A crater that may be irreparable.