I have this fleeting notion of oblivion. An oblivion where time stands still and there is nothing more than the width between two parted lips. Here is the perfect moment. I read somewhere that sometimes even better than a first kiss are the few precious moments leading up to the kiss. Here, everything that was, will be no more. Here, there stands a moment of opportunity in time, where I and the lips that I am about to behold, will give light to a godly creation of our making. There in these precious fleeting seconds, we hold our breaths, knowing that everything was about to change. We either take this plunge or spend the rest of our lives wondering what could have been. So many people, I wonder have had stood at the face of this oblivion, yet precious few I believe have it in themselves to immerse oneself completely into its unknown depth. I decided long ago that life was too short to contemplate the, “what ifs”. So, I did the only thing that made sense. I leaned in and embraced the choice that I very actively knew I had made before I even knew it consciously myself. I entered oblivion.