The moments were slipping away from the mind. It was getting hard in making objectivity of the reality less distant from the utopian realm of mind. As if they were flasing by your side, as you could see them, feel them but couldn't make a grab of them, and continues to slip away. The time was lingering more yet very moving fast as glowing spaces were picking up speed and leaving a shiny trail of slow momentary laps of reality. I sat, and tried to snap it out of it. Didn't know if it worked. I looked up and gazed to the lights, finding a constant among these moving plots.
Picture is taken in iPhone 6s.
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