“and i remember standing outside naked
it was early morning
1 am
there was a man coughing in the distance
it sounded like an old car engine
trying to turn over
the stars were out
clear and inviting
infinity”

moments are
what happen
in between
the sheets of life
separating us from
day jobs and lonely nights
from watching the clock
and
striking the match

they are
folds in the fabric of reality
not easily described
meanings
melodies
one or two minutes
where it all makes sense

moments are
the birthplace of creativity
and the soundtracks to festivity
the piss your pants
kind of funny

they are
unconditional
like the cat in your lap
purring, comforting
never a work in progress
but rather
a form of spontaneous
intervention

moments
are
perfect
yet
fleeting
they just don’t seem to last
mostly remembered
in desperation

like summer nights
hot with
long drinks
music
and few clothes
girls with skirts
sweat and dirt
roads
crazy under the stars
a swim
with naked intent
and liquor to fuel mad ambition

moments tell the story
of so many
possibilities
random
and
eternal

hold onto them
let them
slow cook into your mind
because
the best lives are those
filled with
moments
remember, in the end
no matter how hard we try
the world is crazy
so keep them in endless supply