Relativity

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The moment of passion that urges speed as the triumph of pleasure increases heart rate yet by becoming still the pleasure settles deeper within moving through all your fibres right to the surface of your skin.

Moments of boredom where time moves infinitely slowly, lethargy grips you and your mind becomes numb.

The moment of tragedy where the pain renders breathing so painful you can barely open your lungs, the ache that will not pass tearing at the heart with needle sharp teeth, yet if some light can be located breath becomes less laboured and the briefest relief can direct a path forward.

Holidays when time whisks by and before you know normal routine has returned.

The moment of hilarity when sides blaze with spasms of laughter tears pour from your eyes and each time you feel the urge wane it suddenly rises burbling, insistent and stronger than before.

Inspirational times where the creativity flows bountiful and time fleets past unseen.

The moment of realising love for another when you suddenly know you would walk over glass to hold them close and give your life that they would live.

Moments of waiting when you feel you will burst from the tension of excitement, frustrated with the time before you eager to arrive at the appointed moment.

Stillness captivated in nature when a minute expands to feel an hour.

Stolen moments with your lover when you are so present in the moment each is a jewel made to last forever.

The hardest thing you have ever done, where only your inner voice and strength and perhaps encouragement of others have afforded you the strength to believe. The journey compared to the end moment…

Moments, mementos, a string of fresh water pearls all unique, all precious, all imperfect and relative.

Words by errant satiety image stolen from a site advertising fresh water pearls

4 comments on “Relativity

  1. dievca says:

    And there are people who avoid all feelings — so sad when life is such a rich tapestry.

  2. mrmodigliani says:

    Errant, when you write about beauty, love, pain and joy, I feel you are one of the best pure writers out there.

    • I want to reply in humble fashion and point out that you must mistake me for some other writer, yet I think that would be rude, I think it more pertinent to humbly accept your praise Amedeo and thank you for it. If my rambles are enjoyable, then long may they continue to bring pleasure x

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