I suffer from it. Precisely why I write. To bottle it in a verse, to fight oblivion's curse. I wish upon dandelions, or shooting stars, both fleeting, like my wishes. To cage a gracious flying bird, or to seize a passing moment, is hoping to cage a wild heart, in an ever so futile ribcage. To capture a fleeting moment is wishing your heart, the size of your closed fist, never goes out of hands. Photograph of sorts, my poetry. holding a moving moment. My sorry self knows not, I need my verses to be ripples, moving moments from a standstill. \\morii (noun) desire to capture a fleeting moment. My sorry self, all thanks to morii. #wordrobe #fleetingmoment #paidstory
