The Moment

The moment it hits you, it feels as if air is trapped in your lungs.
The moment isn't really a moment at all, time just stops.
Nothing else exsists.
It's just you, and your shaky forced breaths.

You're not ready when it hits you.
You could be doing anything at all.
Watching tv, doing laundry, driving down the street.
And it hits you.
Your arms are taken over by goosebumps.
Everything blurs together.

The truth hits you and it shakes the very center of your being.
Your life, thoughts, dreams, temptations, all go fuzzy.

All of a sudden its clear.
Everything is different. You're changed, you've grown up.
Things that were once familiar have no connection to you.
Your life is never going back to how it was.
There is nothing you can do about it.
The friends you have drifted apart from are gone.
The mistakes you have made are unchangable.
The love you have lost is never coming back.

And we're back to that part.
That part where there is nothing you can do about it.
There is no choice but to accept the hard truth and move on.
Move past the hurt, the bad decisions, the immaturity.
Try not to life in regret anymore.