Speed of Light

A moment of silence for the static that cuts through the noise of your thoughts.

Visions move further than the speed of light.

For this moment, we have no measure,

No guideline, no direction.

I am drawn to the whispers,

The effervescence of two spirits meeting once again—

In the grey area,

The space that exists where life begins.

Is my breath not borrowed?

Is my time not accounted for?

Why should I stall ?

I walk toward the unknown with open arms.

©hajithepoet

I’ve always found it intriguing how we can notice and bring into our awareness the projections of others but fail to see our own.