there exist in life a few, rare moments of pure joy, perfect happiness.
it's in these moments we relish more than any other. these instances become sacred, shards of time trozen in memory, pure and untouched by any corruption of world and circumstance.
perhaps the most precious are the memories of a loved one. the treasure that is the touch of an angel.
the rarest memories are the ones rife with complex emotion and interaction; those filled with the comfort that defies the hurt and the innocence that pushes past jaded thought.
it's in these moments that we could live.
moments that either define or destory us.
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