Life is an art. In these flashing moments...
I see Art in an old soul, fleeting smiles, and sunlight striking a child across blushing cheeks.
I open and shut my weary eyes, pretending I'm taking pictures.
I'll post them up in the walls of my brain cavity. I want to remember these moments forever.
The times where the light is golden, The car is going so fast I can't focus on a single thing, and those times I just want to spin and spin with my eyes shut, head up towards the sky.
I won't remember what shoes I was wearing, or how I did my hair that day.
I'll just get a feeling that I can't pin down, and I'll know I'm alive.