Chalk and Fear

Visualise a blackboard.

Filled with equations or quotes or music notes.

And wipe it clean.

Take the static from in front of your eyes, close them and go back to that moment.

That perfect moment.

When you smiled. Slightly silhouetted by the softest light through the balcony doors.

Slightly catching your eyes that glowed into mine and held me there.

That perfect moment.

When those three words almost took me over.

Set my body on fire.

Lit a fuse in my brain.

Those three words that almost burst so certainly out of me.

That perfect moment.

I just didn't want to ruin it.

And I started filling the blackboard again.

With nonsensical equations. With quotes I didn't understand and blurted out with most certain stupidity. With music for an instrument I was never meant to play.

That perfect moment was everything.

And when I need to remember what it means to be alive and feel; I close my eyes, wipe the board clean, fill my lungs.

And now I start again.