This too will turn into memory

If I don’t write now, what I feel now, it will never be written ever. Except as a memory.

Everything becomes memory anyway. It’s like everything in the world is what it is for just that moment- is born, lives and then just turns into memory. Can you imagine everything all over the world- actions, feelings, sights and sounds turning into black and white photographs, moments after they are formed! Memory breezily walking around on the streets, into homes- gently touching all around it and turning them into itself- invisible gold sparkles flying when anything transforms…

Isn’t life more fantastic than fantasy!