There is a moment.

It's not that it doesn't exist here just because it happened back over there.

It's not that it doesn't cost today just because its price arrived some time ago.

It's not that it doesn't look like us just because it's not what we look like today.

It's not that it doesn't keep screaming just because we are no longer in that place.

There is a moment.

It doesn't exist here because it never impacted back over there.

It doesn't cost anything now because it wasn't pricey then.

It doesn't look like us because we didn't see a different version of ourselves there. 

It doesn't disturb today because ownership had its eyes on someone else.

Storytime about some moment measured by more as well as less.

The cost that is either too much or nothing at all.

The restraint and the lack of borders in the same space.

Looks that reach out from either side that tangle.

And the living dialogue or the fact that it's a dead one.

Inked words and feelings placed into those that a particular moment belongs to.

Holding what was taken, given or left untouched.

How the suffering wasn't and still isn't visible in the system of oblivious.

How heavy footsteps have never been what light ones want to notice.

And how that period of time isn't irrelevant just because some content doesn't report it as a problem.

To be in that moment is to have either a reaction or a response.

It doesn't matter that those words are actually interchangeable.

It's that each express what that time has done and is doing for us.

Both wrapping us up in clarity as well as in the absence of it. 

Because a moment moves with not only the vulnerability of being impacted but also the freedom of not being managed.

A point that gets talked over when we counter our ability to change the direction of the conversation in our own moments for ourselves.

Remember, happiness and sadness exist in the sunshine and the darkness.

And as we forage in the conditions of those places, we can either react as a friend or respond as a stranger.  

Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell