Fallen Angels
love is fleeting. love can be experienced in the smallest of moments; over the course of a song, a night together, a videotape. we're all just passengers floating through each other's lives. it's weird. there are so many random things happening in this world at once that it makes no sense. i don't think anyone really knows what's going on. some of us make a bigger impact than others, but in that moment the emotions are still raw and real and unfiltered. we are messy, chaotic creatures; we are very poetic. i would experience more love and bring new people into my life and myself into theirs, no matter how fleeting the feelings. we never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.