The Moment

This time we see how the shape of things comes to form around us. The world begins at the edge of what we can touch.

Here we are together on the inside of everything; nothing can touch us if we touch nothing but each other. Now is all the time there is, we can live outside of time allowing the world to creep on outside of us.

Here there is no past, and we know there will be no future. Here is only now. Outside of this moment, there is nothing. We cannot allow ourselves to consider what could be, what could become of this time. Outside the skies grow dark, hiding what lies beyond this moment.

History no longer matters when there is only now, and the future is lost to us, except that now can last forever, but it is over always far too soon.

We will have to step outside this moment and go about our separate lives, once more out into the world, out into time, out into the future and out into the unknown where we may never touch again.