Onwards

[Fkeu'itan]

What if life...

Were a film.

What if, the film of life,
Runtime; Unknown...
Flashed it's pictures,
Grey, musty
Vibrant, clean
Light and dark.

With scenes of drama,
Of happiness, and frivolity,
Of depressions come and gone,
All of the spectum;

At ininfite frames per second?

Where all could be slowed,
To such a degree,
Where the simple;

The spontaneous acts of love,
The sudden glimpses of moon,
The longing gaze of stars,

The crushing fears of night,
The aching memories,
The stab of hate and of envy,

Even the seemingly expendable...

...could be stretched.

Stretched out so far,
That they spanned eternity itself.

They *were* your life.

The smallest instant,
Now lasting...
Not a few seconds more,
Not a few minutes,
Hours,
Days,
Weeks,
Months, years or decades.

But forever.

A snapshot,
Moving onwards, evermore.