Life is is a series of moments and the
in-between.
in-between.
Moments are things that happen to you
that are big. Moments hurt like hell, moments change the course of our lives,
moments make us feel on top of the world. Moments last minutes, hours, or days.
We make decisions that alter our lives during these big moments while we’re
soaring above the clouds or lost in a world of pain.
that are big. Moments hurt like hell, moments change the course of our lives,
moments make us feel on top of the world. Moments last minutes, hours, or days.
We make decisions that alter our lives during these big moments while we’re
soaring above the clouds or lost in a world of pain.
Let’s talk about those really fucking
shitty moments.
shitty moments.
Some moments really, really fucking
hurt, some moments make you feel raw, like you’re split in two and suddenly you
can see every part of your soul, like you’re performing surgery on your own
body and you can see all of your insides, all of the complicated and moving
parts. You see your soul, in all the places where your organs aren’t, tattooed
with moments from your life, forever marked. Your soul, a complicated web of
moments, experiences, and traits that come together to make up… you.
hurt, some moments make you feel raw, like you’re split in two and suddenly you
can see every part of your soul, like you’re performing surgery on your own
body and you can see all of your insides, all of the complicated and moving
parts. You see your soul, in all the places where your organs aren’t, tattooed
with moments from your life, forever marked. Your soul, a complicated web of
moments, experiences, and traits that come together to make up… you.
Then you just have the in-between, days
flying by at work or riding the subway home. Where nothing happens. Where you
could have chosen the bus over the subway and nothing in your life would have
changed.
flying by at work or riding the subway home. Where nothing happens. Where you
could have chosen the bus over the subway and nothing in your life would have
changed.
Regret can infect the brain of those in
the in-between. It starts off small, a tiny drop of thought, then it expands and
infiltrates every facet of your veins until your entire body is coursing with
the could have been, should have been.
the in-between. It starts off small, a tiny drop of thought, then it expands and
infiltrates every facet of your veins until your entire body is coursing with
the could have been, should have been.
But, is there any such thing as the
right decision, really? Or are there just the decisions you make and the decisions you
don’t? Once a decision is made, can it still be “right” or
“wrong”? Or is it just, made? Is there some omnipresent force
stringing us along, laughing as we regret our decisions with a naive sense of
control? Are these moments going to change our lives whether we like it or not?
right decision, really? Or are there just the decisions you make and the decisions you
don’t? Once a decision is made, can it still be “right” or
“wrong”? Or is it just, made? Is there some omnipresent force
stringing us along, laughing as we regret our decisions with a naive sense of
control? Are these moments going to change our lives whether we like it or not?
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I guess all we really know right now, is
that this is the shit that keeps us up at night.
that this is the shit that keeps us up at night.
The Moons Reaching for Me 
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