Cannonball like inertia carries life through in a blaze, caught inside memories like a boat lost in the haze.

Up and down these rolling hills of passionate emotions, built upon a foundation of casual devotion.

Butterflies affect the moments thatoften pass us by, not like the ones never grasped thought of when we die.

But the ones too often had that are all too quickly gone, those we long for often and to which we tightly hold on.