Ultimatums That Will Never Be Fulfilled

It’s that moment, right after midnight — or right before… In fact it’s both at once. You came to marvel at the infinite beauty of the rising sun on a cool night, but silently wish it sleeps forever because its first peek over the horizon will remind you that time is crawling slowly towards the end of this moment.

This is the moment where talk slows down to give each punctuation as much weight as the words themselves. Pauses become bubbles holding carefully restrained thought and the twilight breeze fills the silence whilst it carries the bubbles from one’s lips to the other’s ears. As they burst, you feel as though each escaping thought is the first and last wisdom ever to be uttered. The words are for the world to hear, yet yours alone.

These moments reveal the wisdoms unheard and never to be heard again. They are the moments where ultimatums that will never be fulfilled are uttered with the utmost sincerity. They are the moments where the silences shared are as unforgettable as the ephemeral wisdoms. In each moment within these moments, the chance to pronounce a statement of admission falls before the fear of denial. Your opportunity to slide down a cascade of intimacy is replaced with a mild slope of platitude that is unlikely to lead to the same pool, yet you tread down the slope, blindly hoping it does.

The sun has ignored your wish as it finally transforms a peek over the horizon into a caring glare over the world. Time has crawled beyond the end of this moment. The delusion of intimacy you built on the platonic warm embrace, whose true purpose was simply to endure the cold of the night, comes to an end as the other’s body pulls away to bid you a smiling adieu. You smile back, uncertain if the smile was another hulking step down the slope or an excruciating step uphill, and you turn away.

This is the moment after the last one. It’s the moment where you turned away only to find yourself staring down the gaping mouth of the cascade you forewent for the slope. It’s the moment of reality before the improbability where you roar out the declaration and forgo the cascade for a free fall dive into the glittering unknown.

This is the moment where you turn back to face the gravity defying slope and the distant shadow of a potential that has spent the moments between the moments walking away.

It’s the moment when you hope that the twilight wind has not yet retired so that it may carry one last bubble from one’s lips to the other’s ears.