the end

[nisus]

we are always obsessed with capturing every moment
every fleeting glimpse
every last unique idea
floating across the chasm of our mind
and all these passive moments
refining our experience so that we can open our thoughts
when it comes, that moment
so we can capture it and enjoy it
savor it
save it for later
on a polaroid
in the album
the album of my memory is deceptive
the here the now is its slave
tugging all its baggage
i might just drag it to my grave
then what
it, memory, will be inducted into the halls of infiinty
never to be thought again
even these words they are slipping away as i reach to catch them