perfection

i don't think that the human body is really built for so much luck and happiness. Do you know these moments when you think that life has this chance of being perfect and as soon as you don't move or do anything, just sit and wait and feel the perfection of life, then it won't go away? you can hear the clock ticking though. and then the phone rings or you have to leave or the song changes and it's over and life didn't take the chance of being perfect for a very long time. but you body remembers and so it's working to get there again, no matter if you want or not, a moment like that is bound to happen again - it's just a question of when it will be.
i'm surrounded by sonic miracle work and words that still need a word to appropriately describe their impact and brilliance. my body is fluid and my heart about to explode.