By a finger tip

Just hold a happy thought. A moment in time, a gesture, a gaze across the room, a kiss.

When the glee escapes your grasp, and you’re holding on by a finger tip, diving into the nostalgia of it all. Remember it’s just to be slapped across the face and thrown into a hole of despair.

The thoughts then bubble up for a fantasy passed. Floating on by and bursting in the sun.

We are just blips on the map. A small segment in life that has continued on before us and will continue to turn and revolve when the time has decided to move on.