Time. The shapes and contours of it. Its mystery, its deceit, its beauty. I cannot help but to obsess over it recently. I thought that I had begun to tame it. Foolish, really. I could slow it down. I could freeze it. I could spend hours in small moments. I could stare at a faraway smile from across the room. I could slow down laughter at a moment's notice as it floated past me. I had grown as a person and learned to appreciate the small and seemingly insignificant moments that I previously took for granted. Yet as soon as I felt comfortable in this world of frozen time, it changed shape. It turned to liquid in my hands and fell through crack that my fingers couldn't prevent. Moments that I cherished suddenly weren't enough as I spilled them onto the road before me. Suddenly, I was out of time before I even realized the clock had begun ticking. Out of the blue, all I am left with are pictures of moments insignificant compared to the second after their capture.