So temporary, this feeling, only here this moment. So real in memory, like a dream; grasping at it only dissipates the energy like smoke. The fingers of my memory try to hold on, examine it. Failure; the spirit is still present, the moment lost forever. When I stop trying and let go, I can see a sliver of light. The thin veil between reality and illusion strikes again.
I want to remember how to find this place so I can come back.
"Mystical Harvest" 2007 14"x14" Available at kriscahill.com