Moments.

There are always moments. Those pockets of time that mean something to somebody at some point in their lives. Thinks of moments as the eclipse of time. Where magic happens during certain pockets of time. Ever just sit down, observe and watch intently. Even if it's into blank space? When you know, for that split second, something was just going to happen. And you wait, with bated breath, you could almost hear your own rhythm of your existence.

But there are those times, where moments, just happen. When you least expect them to. When you stop waiting for them. When you don't even realize it could happen. Moments, are elusive. Hence, they are precious. They are momentary. They are also possible. Moments that have happened, become memories. Memories are pockets of eternity. Moments that have not happened, are pockets of hope.

Capturing moments, are like chasing after fireflies, in the vast grassland of transcience. You run through passageways of your adventures, a visage of your experiences. Moments, never leave you. They either become etched inside you, or they have not happened yet.