Eternity

Every moment we live is transitory. They are born to die, to be cast away into an unknown and unfathomable abyss. Yet some moments leave a residue. They continue to live and exist in our memory, our soul. We relish them and go back to them again and again till they seep and breathe life into every pore of our existence. Like fantasies they heal us. They are our treasures, our eternal songs. And yet they are ephemeral. But then so are we�