Moments. Can we ever accurately remember every inch of the sensations contained in them? Moments are now. Memory, personality is what stretches them into forever. We're not meant to capture them, bottle them up to try and re-live them. They may be instant but never do they cease existence. They're constant, happening one after the other, one after another; they're flowers still blooming deep into the cold of December or the fresh air of September; the month does not matter when the moment is what you are after. You just have to tap into them, accept and act with them. Don't miss them as they're passing, by trying to make them lasting; they're not meant for you to balance them, because they are what is balancing and they are happening. Catch them; cause they're descending. Listen for them; cause they're laughing. Absorb them like a summer sunlit morning because they gaze at you, imploring.
Open to the... They are restoring.
Moment.
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When you extend your art
into every hand and heart,
you give the world a jump-start.
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When you extend your art
into every hand and heart,
you give the world a jump-start.
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