Oh, what I miss when I live in my head

Moments appear suddenly, like shooting stars, magical and fleeting. I memorize the feeling, the light shared and now gone.

Sunboy holds butterfly

Moments defy capture. They slip through the nettings of the mind. They leave a few tangible elements to be swept into a pile, words and photos, memories like an imprint on time. But when I burden myself with context and history, when I gather the words, when I try to hold the fleeting light, I miss the beauty of now.

 

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