Moments

I am saving the Orland Bloom vs. Justin Bieber celebrity death match for a later time.  Mostly because I haven't written it yet.  Instead, you get this thing here that might be considered poetry.  I consider it part of a free writing session I did earlier today.

Moments.  Those brief, tiny moments of time that provided light.

Moments. 
Frozen in the dark abyss that is a memory. 
Many moments.  Many memories. 
The bottle of wine is nearly empty. 
Save for that last memory of a silhouette in the morning
there is nothing left.

Moments
lost within the soul
Swallowed whole
vomited into the atmosphere.

Moments. 
The days go by
Blended together like the last margarita of the night. 
Striving for something more,
haunted by the dreams of a broken mirror of the past. 
Look into the mirror. 
A fractured reflection of what might have been.

Moments. 
Fleeting
whisked away in the night. 
Happiness. 
Joy. 
Loneliness. 
Anger. 
Tears. 
Silence. 
A beginning.

Moments. 
A brief glimpse into what is desired. 
A moment. 
To let it go
or welcome it in. 
No longer live in the gray. 
Live in the black and white.

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