Infinite stories.

A glance at this excess.
Just a glance.

Until the eyelashes dance up again.
Now up. The second after the one before.
In-betweeness doesn't even exist.
Not anymore.

Just like a choice. A vivid life. This exact one.

"These are the days that must happen to you" *
Not any other.
Just like a tale. Oh happiness! This exact one.


* Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman