catchafire

Once again our minds are drawn towards those moments frozen forever within that tract of our minds that keeps all thing beautiful. Like a flower that hangs on a wall, our seconds of bliss are left stagnant and, in place of rot and decay, our memories are allowed to bloom. They burst forth and, again unlike natural flowers, they remain that way...forever. These are the times of our lives. Not essentially the times we will choose to remember as our best, but moments in our lives no the less. Fleeting as they be, they can never escape that one truth. We must cherish the events around us, my brothers, for this is the fabric of our being. Our lives, livelihood and future rest solely on the shoulders of how we are in the here, in the now. So drink up me hardy fellows, this one's gonna be a doozy.