The place I'm in

It is that brief, breathless moment between intention and action to which I am slave.

Which is why it sometimes takes longer than a moment. Which is why it sometimes feels like the in-between period is actually the action. Which is why the in-between period of waiting sometimes BECOMES the action. The action of inaction.

What if I were to spend the rest of my life in the lull of that brief, breathless moment?