Focused eyes center on your movement, each step closing in.
An hour glass revealed on center stage.
Seas of the small and innumerable snow white grains moving as a unit.
Scents of a warm may morning with flowers in the early stages
of escaping from their buds. 
Eyes searching intently. Bodies brushing up on the fears of others.
Muffled focus.

Competition for the most audible, most visible, most memorable.
The actions of one laying the track for another one’s thoughts.
We breathe in the same air, tense and growing suffocation with each breath.
Hold on to the only thing you can. Plan to write this all down.
Superficial mechanisms evoking my memory are the only means I have to return to that moment.
Boundaries are expandable. We consider all the moments that have led up to this moment.
How can we define limitations of our realm, when so many before us have achieved the feats they were once told were impossible to reach.

New and recurring sensations have an unequivocal feeling.
One taste, sound, word, serves as a reminder, brain flooding with a series of images, sights and feels.

A form of expression. A resource of communication.

Momentary transportation to your previous existence, shared with others.

Because if nothing else, we share in the fact that we are all members of the human race.

Common ground we are not thankful enough to have. Spaces left to secure lose links of a permanent chain.

Empty voids crying out to be filled.

The unknown defining us, opening a new box everyday.
And never opening that box again.