Stopping Time

“It’s been 6 days, it’s been 6 months, it’s been 6 years. 
There will be 6 centuries… Oh! If only I died to stop the time!”
Marguerite Yourcenar.

And if I stopped the time
on a staircase of moments
with bars as clock hands
and cracks engraved
from wounds...
What time would the clock of my life show?
Which moment would I choose to freeze on an eternal present?
On which heartbeat would I hold my breath?
At which glance would I stare
to keep my eyes forever open?
In which hug would I choose to hide
so that no one finds me again?
Which from all the scenes of my life would I choose
to play in an unstoppable repeat?
Almost impossible to find the second
on which I would stop the time
to stay there without asking nothing else.
But even if I found it
would I endure?
The intensity of my greatest desire on full blast for ever?
The pulse in a deafening degree without relief
The happiness not letting my eyes close?
Would I endure the perpetual insomnia of completeness?
Or the wounds that were never cured
and became cracks on the stairs of moments
would crash my heart
turning my soul into dust?

Maybe…
Maybe after all I would die on that pause.
Because so much happiness
can be endured only for a moment.

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"We live with feelings, not with hours, on the solar clock. We should 
count the time with the beats of the heart"
                                           Aristoteles