Thoughtless Memory
Words come close but expose the void
between experience and translation, sun set and sun rise...
To capture a moment could be to lose it simultaneously
Fickle Floating Feelings
Flowing Fumbling Fruit;
An aroma so sharp yet thoughtless in form.
Visionary essence tastes crisp with a worldly charm
To hear a sound is to watch a wave crash,
loaded with the green of grass,
flowing eventually pass
These Words, they challange what is felt within boxes
but where does experience begin?
Will capturing a moment imply memory or not?
For thoughtlessly we feel vibrant within
Capture...
Hand on my lower back, pulling me closer
Capture...
A moment of creation at the piano
Capture...
Memory loaded with the brown of grass
Once glowing green
flowing eventually pass
Capture
Me