perfect minutes. they go by so quickly that you'd hardly have the time to relish them. they stay for a while, and then in a little later, it's gone. you can only have it in your happy thought box, and you're lucky enough if you don't forget to remember. because sometimes, the moment's just too perfect and too quick that you hardly have the time to keep it in your happy thought box. it passes by like a red beetle but all too sudden your attention gets caught by another. sometimes it stays a little longer like the beautiful compositon of the sky, and the clouds, together with the last kiss of the sun. but just like any other fleeting moment, one blow of the wind is all it takes for one cloud to change position, one minute is all it takes before everything you've seen for a moment vanishes into nothingness and be succumbed by the grayness of the sky. it goes with the ticking of the clock, never missing a beat like the beat of my heart when decaffeinated. it goes with the running of the clock, never missing a turn like my world that never missed a turn when you're not around.
these perfect minutes were not meant to last so long… because if they were, then they wouldn't be so perfect anymore. they'd be like the ordnary moments that pass just to fill the gap.------------"I envied turtles their shells, how they could disappear at will."
- Sue Monk Kidd in "The Secret Life of Bees"
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