There is something heart stopping about the word almost.
It’s the pain of the not quite, the ecstasy of it could be – almost is falling short of both ends of the emotion spectrum. Almost is a close call for a beginning and an end and yet, you remain in a limbo. You are stuck, stranded and lost in a continuation of the state. The physical doesn’t change, is untouched. But the emotional – it’s heightened. It’s attentive and tentative to the slightest vibration. Begging to reach a new standard and yet with almost it doesn’t. Almost is a beg and even if it is heard, neither the rich nor the poor take it in – that is to say, almost is endured alone, experienced in solitude and there is no crisis. Just a perpetual alternate.