A Moment

...to think, and slightly to moderately overthink. Now a twist. Embracing the moment, without anticipation or reluctancy; without hesitation or fear. More than this. Colliding with it. Becoming an integral part of it, because the moment is all you feel and all you need. Being lost in it without the captivating desire to be found, without maintaining the illusion of reality. Forgetting about time and its control. The moment is resistent to its power. The moment is imperfect, but is pure in its flaws. You can see through it, but you cannot know is it true or is it not. Then afterall the moment remains untouched and tended on its own.