A Silent Detonation

“There are seconds, and then there is this: a crack in the fabric of time, a heartbeat where all of eternity is captured. The universe pivots on the axis of your turned head. With your hair pulled up, you reveal the breathtaking, vulnerable architecture of your back, a geometry so perfect it must be accidental, for no design could be so flawless. But it is your gaze, thrown back over a shoulder, that stops the world. It is not a look but an event, an intense and silent detonation that tells an entire, unspoken history in the space of a held breath. This is the beautiful agony of the moment—a perfect alignment of light, form, and soul that will never, ever come again. The shutter of time blinks and it is gone, but the image is now a fixed star in the cosmology of my memory, a beautiful, searing wound around which my world will forever turn.”