Story.

There's a moment of clarity, there.
A moment where a spark becomes a flame,
A quantum collision of intent and momentum,
Of experience and consequence
Where a life fades into death
The point where all confusion and possibility and chaos coalesces and contracts into
A single

Solitary

Place

It's a meaning, a home, a purpose
It feels like a destiny.
It feels like God and like endlessness and like the ocean
It's a sharp left turn before impact.
It's the top of the rollercoaster, just as you start to
Fall.

It's the last breath you take
And the first time you scream
And the moment you knew
You were so very alive.

"You write the stories, I'll take the pictures."

Oh, what stories we'll tell.

What breaths we'll take, and 

What impacts we'll make together.