musings and whatnots

there is something achingly beautiful about things that are fleeting. they don't rust, wither, or die away--they don't change because you never get to see them when they do. they just exist in that moment. in that second of a minute in a lifetime, our eyes and hearts try to hold on to every single intricate thing possible--the colors, the words and sentences, the music playing in the background, that unmistakable feeling in our gut. we hold on to these like the pictures we keep hidden in the boxes of our memories.