the worst feeling is when you imagine a beautifully worded line of poetry and forget to write it down. too lazy to write it when you're laying tiredly in bed. and once you've awaken, certain you would've remembered, your face can't help but fall in pure disappointment. regret overcomes you as you realize slowly that those words will never come back. one can only hope that this moment of beauty, this poetry, between us is not as fleeting.