zuleyma

Time.

Time.
When our voices meet,
When they join in song to speak the same words
Those unspoken, unknown words
Buried deep beneath the recesses of the human mind,
It is as if they originate from the same source.
Those are the moments that become trapped in space,
And as infinitesimal as time is, as deceitful, as bipolar as time is,
We overpower it.
The impossible becomes possible
And with our spoken words,
We freeze time.
You and I together alone.
One single deep, meaningless thought after another.

-Zuleyma Castrejon