Hanging in space, suspended in nothingness, tiny little cubes with rounded edges glistening brightly like bulbs; they're moments.
Some moments are nice and some worth writing about. The best moments **** time; Earth spins slowly, your bones tilt your guts twist and then it's over like blown-out candles just like that.
The tiny little cubes are snapshots, they capture the moments and they won't shake them after they come out. The cubes are collages of your entire life of the feelings you've felt the experiences you've had and your love wrote a cute note at the bottom of the picture.
The tiny little cubes go unnoticed by most people but you. However, the moments still exist as long as there are someone to remember them.