The Beginning

There are moments when time seems to cease. A single second can pass where time stops, eternal in the grains of sand, as the world passes. Moments that can steal your breath away, moments where one’s heart can skip a beat. Maybe the heart never resumes its ever constant beating; it never recapitulates the perpetual degeneration of the human form. It is a single second where life is either eternal or ending. An instant of abrupt demise, or is it the beginning of existence? It either means everything or nothing. It is a moment of absolute perfection or the plunge into the torment. It is either a curse of great illustrations magnitude or an endowment of immense proportions. It is a moment that repeats in one’s head over a thousand times over, and after the continuance, one cannot circumscribe these dreams from reality. These are the illusions that haunt one’s subconscious, a serene and tormenting trail of memories that were forgotten, lost…

“I’ve seen these haunting images echo over and over again. These shadowed figures embracing my dreams and unconsciousness.”