A flash of love.
A flash of time.
A flash of pleasure.
People talk constantly about a 'flash in the pan', how their 'life flashed before their eyes', or 'a flash and it was gone'. It's a wonder we're not all blinded every day.
A camera flash, capturing a scratch on the endless wall of time. Capturing-
A flash on a person's life. Could be a car crash, a one-night stand, a clean punch to the jaw. All drawn from that-
Flash of emotion, neuron's sending nerve impulses to your fingers as they dance over another's skin like a stone on water. Water sending out ripples, flashing to their memory, building the-
Flash of your bond. A short swoop over a few turbulent days; or a long flight, over many long, beautiful days on the -
Flash of a life on the stone wall of time. Youliveyoudie. Gone, in an instant? Is your life of any consequence? After all, it's all gone in -
A flash at the end of the universe. All of time and space contracting one day, to where it all began, back into oblivion, taking every flash that has ever occurred back to it's source. Back to it's first light.
But light is more complex than the universe, or a matrix, or an equation, when you split it in a prism. It divides, into every colour of the imagination.
Every flash - of light, of love, of time - is defined by its colour.
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