1. Ephemerality.
He/She could be the Lord, could be the master. But so weightless that his name is on the tongue as in a delusional dream, and melts on his lips at dawn. Ephemeral, enclosed in a myriad of fragments of moments. In the sun, like a piece of butter, it melts in a second on warm bread - the horizon, in the wind, which scattered the sparkling aroma of wild flowers. In a split second, where you remember the smell of your mother's perfume from your childhood. Ah. Ephemerality. A moment. Eternity. The second that transformed this night's dream into a flutter of eyelashes upon awakening. A life that will disappear as if it were just one day.
Ephemerality. The spirit of an elusive, but infinitely beautiful moment.

And when you stop, you finally feel what Life means. You try to catch the moment, but it catches you in your haste. Please stop... Take a breath. Exhale. When was the last time you noticed that you Lived?