7/22/2018
Do you ever wonder what happens when you close your eyes and sit still as a statue? Does time slow just for that moment and wait for you to re-emerge? Or does the world keep turning, never missing a beat as you will the world to stop. Pretend, maybe hope, to capture a single moment and hold onto it like a lightning bug between your cupped hands, forever, basking in wonderment at the light that shines, wishing, hoping, someone is doing—thinking—the same exact thing.