Moments — so many of them, yet we all forget, like sand — through our fingers lost in the busyness of the world.
the laughter, the sorrow, birthday parties presents, that sparked your curiosity in so many things dancing, singing in unity — — your eyes full of tears of joy, you weren't afraid, to cry back then Now the singing feels distant, the voices fuzzy, and dancing feels stiff.
family gatherings, the jokes that were said — at the dinner table a quite showing of love
special moments with your brothers and sisters — the fights over your favorite toys the little sibling insults that hurt back then but would make you laugh now — we treat so many moments as if they’re nothing special. we burn them, let ourselves forget, left searching for all the soft, heart-warming memories of youth.
and all you’re left with are the memories — the moments..