Moments

A wrote this a while ago.. specifically, Friday, July 27th, 2012, at 8:39.

Do you ever just think about how this moment will never happen again? It will never be Friday, July 27th, 2012, at 8:39 again. Sure, there will be days like it. There will be other Fridays. Fridays that start with a rainy morning, and everything is so still and quiet except for the sound of the rain, constant chatter of me typing, and the occasional bird chirping. But it will never be the exact day again. The exact same birds won't chirp, the exact same raindrops won't fall, and I won't type the exact same words. This makes me feel so small. How many seconds have passed by that seemed like forever? Like when you're looking at someone you really like. You just get so caught up in how wonderful they are. How in one of their eyes, there is one strand that seems to be a little bit brighter than the others. Or the way their smile spreads across their face when they hear something that pleasures them. Or maybe how when something disappoints them, how their lips come together and they swallow. And then give one of those sheepish smiles. The ones when their lips press firmly together and spread a bit, and their cheeks puff out some. How they want to be so strong, but they are not all the time. Or the way when they laugh, you can see all of their top teeth and the creases in their smile from a mile away. They lean in and and move their upper body in slow circles. Or, maybe, the way when they're thinking really hard about something. Maybe an answer to a test, maybe trying to find the right words to express what they're trying to say. They take their pencil and just tap it in the groove between their lip and their chin.

Maybe it's not like that at all. Maybe its the last second of a basketball game. You let up the final, deciding shot and it goes in and around the hoop. It seems to just sit on the rim for a while, haunting you. It will determine if you will be carried off the court in a crowd of cheers, or get a pat on the back saying "nice try." The difference between state champions and runners up. Maybe your free ride to college is hanging on if that ball will drop into the basket.

Or, maybe, it's that phone call you get in the middle of the night. The one where the caller ID has the hospitals name on it. Where your stomach starts to sink into a pit. You know what they're gonna say. They don't have to tell you, because it was coming. Sooner or later, it was coming, and you could do nothing about it. I don't know who it is, maybe your mom or dad, maybe a sibling, maybe a close friend. But they were sick, and you know that they are dead. You don't want to answer the phone though, its not real until someone says it. But even then, it's not really real until you see them in the casket.

But just think, thousands of these little moments have happened before we were even alive. For millions and millions of years before us. And there will be so many more after us. These moments that defined our lifes, they are just seconds. While your heart was sinking, somebody else was brushing their teeth.

It also makes me feel like I'm missing out. Right now, at this very second, it's the only time you'll see this particular skyline. Maybe right now, there is the most beautiful horizon you would have ever seen in your life. With all the different shades of pink and purple and orange. But, instead you're reading this and I’m writing this.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[wkbooker]

I know what you were going for in your stylistic choices, like multiple sentence fragments, but they make the emphasis sway. I think you should isolate your main idea and make sure all your other points lead and coax the reader to it.