is it the space between
two quartz movements?
or the timelessness
between two breaths?
or the quick instant
between two blinks?
or is it the promising silence
between two heartbeats?
it’s more. it’s much more.
because just now
an idea is about to click
a bubble is about to explode
a leaf is detaching itself from a tree
a fingerprint is left on a burgled lock
a lightning bolt is about to carve the night
and a brand new life is about to get fertilized
a moment is not a moment.
it’s an end.
it’s a beginning.
it’s a dream.
it’s a reality.
it’s the past.
it’s the future.
it’s nothing.
it’s everything.
it’s endless before it.
and it’s infinite after it.
