a short thought, “time filters through our minds, on a glimpse of the eye we see it pass by, once in our hands at another vanished at a glance, the distance apart drills sensations to my temples to minimize its affection on my gentle sense of humor, at times, inhibits the ability to smile, it shakes moods and dusts intellectual and at bay rests the grasp of ocean shores breaking at my feet, tempted to hear and feel a whisper of a kiss that remain an admiration of an endless imagination to which the wind would blow on my lips, later resting on my cheek”.