I’m the moments in between, spending my moments on their dreams, always betting against myself, never regretting how the last time felt.
I’m the moments in between, reality and what they seem to be, a shelter from their mental storm, but just a shelter not a home.
I’ll collect bits and pieces of them all, build myself up behind this wall.
The moments become quite heavy, when the job is said and done, the void that lingers there, til another comes along.
I’ve never been someones one big moment, it’s not where I belong, a pit stop is all I’ll ever be, only a right choice in the midst of wrong.
I wouldn’t even know how to be, more than a moment to anyone…………………….
to be continued