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Moments of impact

These moments of impact….

Flashes of high intensity, impatiently pondering on some kind of intimacy.  Marvelling on the tragedy that has came to be. Or at least search for some tranquillity in the inevitability of us.

Only is you want…

Only if you want to cherish

Only if you want to delve into the past

Unless we fail to comprehend the smiles we bring when we intertwine hands.

These moments of impact…. How disasters turn into great stories, yet still destine to crash and burn. How scents can bring memories, and invitations are only temporary. Yet hearts lean towards information that contain heaviness.

Moments of impact… Tender touches and grazing lips. Intimacy portrayed through a kiss. Spinning into adventures and particles crashing together.

But moments of intimacy are rein acting events through words that shouldn’t be said emptily. Or artistically articulating words lost on our lips, or holding back tongues to prevent the ones we love… feel sad again.

Or to prevent us falling into the abbess of false sense of security. But maybe protection spirals from fear, fear from destruction of growing.

Growing

Blossoming

Learning through bitterly sweet moments of impact.