How can you ever pinpoint a moment? A particular impact that takes your breathe away. Something that appears to define your very existential purpose. A moment creates the facets that exist within the angles of our beings. Why are you the way you are and does any part of you matter? No one is to say, because no one can ever know. Yet, everyone understands the impacts that these moments can make on your life. It’s an unspoken language. All the ordinary moments that changed a life forever. A feeling that cannot be described. Coexistence is meant to intertwine our consciousness of our constant state of being alive, whether or not their is reason to be found or happiness to be shared. In what moment do we learn to let the concrete of the cities we live in form our opinion of the world that we are merely specks of? We must suffer to know the good. And trust becomes dim with pretty arguments. And who am I to wonder? Who am I to provoke the disturbing thought that nobody really knows or understands? That as we build walls of the familiar we shut out the possibility of the unknown. What does your gut say and does it matter? Chaos exists within the opaque dimensions through which we can not make out the fine lines. And that is terrifying. And the clock keeps ticking. And we keep trying to define what is without ever really knowing if anything is true. It’s all a waiting game, but no one knows what they’re waiting for.