Missing in the Moments

Already shortened gasps of breath steam from a chilled tongue. Overt and heavy, cold with heat induced condensation. While the time ticks by, the unknown awakens. A conflict of the hyper-real and scintillating dreams. Exhaling and inhaling the aroma of clear, crisp loneliness. A shock that is so alive with aching that to deny it would only add to the massive emptiness.


Open my eyes to what’s missing in the moments.