Fleeting idea..

The idea comes to the mind fleetingly. It is just like a flash streaking by in the far horizon. In one minuscule moment, I am unable to grasp it. It feels like a melting snow turning into water when it reaches your palm.

Gazing intensely at the yellow bird chirping amongst the barren branches metres away, I have this weird discovery that my sensitivity to the surrounding seems faded. The drawing board seems like a stranger to me and refusing to acknowledge.

Well, something in life will be forgotten if you don't try to recall it or record it. It will be kept outside the door to your mind. I even believe more so, that with time, something substantial will become inconsequential.