The simple moment,
A simple time,
All laid, on the table,
Casual conversation through it all.
From nothing into being,
Casual time, after casual time.
This simple moment,
Simple, beautiful, but still so simple.
A casual being,
But made into perfection,
Through its simple nature.
Of how, you can see the world in a sunset,
On a cliff edge,
A seascape or a mountaintop.
Simple moments in time,
Simple moments of location,
Seeing purity from simplicity.
Such a casual-perfect endeavour.
When, you look, back-round.
A realisation hits of this perfection,
Nerves come around,
Kindness, unsual but found.
A simple time, able to show,
A true self buried deep.
Aspects ignored for being alone,
But now not?
These times, moments, so simple,
Yet also so perfect that it confounds my mind.
My brain, understanding the dichotomy,
While also not.
Like a puzzle when solved, but continues to pose questions.
A perfect night,
A mutual goodbye-hello.
From a time been waiting for ages,
While concurrently new and out-of-the-blue.
With so many chances,
Chance on chance on chance,
Making this night,
Making us light up.
From the laughs and smiles,
The night’s remembered.
From everything and the feeling.
The night’s cherished.
The feeling, simplicity and humanity.
The night’s legacy.
All from but a simple moment,
A night in,
Between two nerds.
Cherished in all its meaning.
Goodbye or not. The moment lives on,
A reminder of goodness,
Of all that can.
This perfect, simple moment.
Writing this, trying to capture, the feeling, thoughts, seeing my friend yesterday, for our movie night with cooked dinner and Ben & Jerry’s chats of the past, goals, achievements, dreams and so much more.
Honestly, it was so casual, so, I guess ‘nothing’ but was a perfect night. A perfect night, being able to be myself, be nerdy, chatted Pokemon, something I hadn’t really talked about in ages. Their clear nerdy but cute capability to name them all, and know all things anime. Such a simple moment. One I wished I could capture, but know before writing this that I cannot. But that, I guess, is part of the beauty, as my friend in America says, (paraphrasing/ my interpretation) that beauty comes from the fleeting moment, its being in the moment. What I wrote last night, I felt drunk, very, but totally sober, drunk on life, happy with everything, ecstatic.
Now more calm, collected but still ecstatically happy. My mind running clearer again.