I stare at him while he pretends to watch the TVs in front of him.
Commercials on both of them.
But he won’t dare to take his eyes off of the screen.
What happens next,
I sit there- frozen
by fear and excitement,
unable to contain the roller coaster inside me
I let it overcome me.
I remain collected under pressure,
A pair glancing forward to distract us.
A distraction is right.
That’s what all this is.
From our other reality.
How many realities do we live in,
how many worlds do we come across?
With or without recognition our worlds collide-
we live in the moment -together.
That’s all we have,
these moments and these memories.