I have to work so intently in order to not stray from this moment.
My mind flits, and flickers, and flirts with my soul … teasing me, to gain my real attention … and intention.
Just as they blur my vision, my tears on paper blur the lines … the rules, and the definition.
I try to recapture the moment, and in the blink of an eye missed a vital ingredient … the moment that is now.
I will lay aside the paper, and put my pen away, close my eyes, and breathe deeply.
The story is forgotten, the pain has subsided … and along with the beating of my heart, there is only now.
This is a great post Robin!