[[ CAPTURE IT! ]]

There were those fleeting moments of pure light, unfiltered by negative thoughts. They are rare. They rarely come even if chased down the narrow alley. How I wish those moments can be frozen. For they are liquid, slipping out of my hands when I try to hold them. Yes, I want to freeze them like a fraction of time captured in a photograph. So I can have something solid to linger my touch on when everything disintegrates into smoke, dimming the morning sun.