Moments

Moments in life comes and goes like the snow. We see them for what we perceived them to be. But we don't have any knowledge of it's true form, of it's true element. Like the snow the moment it touches our warmth it melts. Like the light, the moment we touched it it's reflection layered over us. Yet we're never able to truly grasp it.

With the momentum of life sometimes we forget to who we are, where were at, and what matters until the last moment our time. The moment everything flashes before us. Only then will we value everything and everyone before and around of us.

At times like this will we remember, "Some things can't be touched nor seen. It's a reflection of light. Where light travels there it exist. It's unique element is what create it's form. The only way to preserve it is through the imagery of memories we captured over time."

By then it may simply be something we'll feel in the name of memories.