LOOP

it's just like a circle:
something ignites, stimulates you,
you start with something,
then you get on with it for a while,
and when it ends,
you're exactly in the same place where you were.
it's not an occasional or exceptional matter.
it happens each and every time, you're involve in something
you gain something, you lose another, but you never end up in a different dimension.
it's just like painting the circle every time you cycle it.
that seems to be a rule, an obligation. an oppressive compulsion
we live through, and in circles...

m.o.m.e.n.t

first he felt cold.
then the hair on his arms and chest rose.
then he felt an ignition, at the bottom of his stomach. just like a small candle light...
the it began to burn the inside.
he no longer could stand.
opened his mouth, finding unable to make any sound, he began to cry...
now you may think that there was something terrible going on in his life.
or in contrast, he's fallen in love and the joyous pain of conceiving it, has caused it.
or a sudden recall of an old memory, in which great sensations were involved.
or even an unknown fear striking upon him...
but it was just him, making a pure moment, in which he could live for now that meant to him so much that almost made him crazy.
he unchained himself from the past, waited for the present, and lived it...
it was such marvelous...