Frozen

I wish that there was a better way to capture time then to merely scribble words on a page, because there are moments of time in which I feel so overwhelmed by emotion that it becomes indescribable in any language. It makes me remember the natural flaw in all of us: feeling. That feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize you have made a crucial mistake, or the shiver in your spine when you learn that someone you love has died. The agony of having your heart broken because she doesn't look at you like she looks at him. Knowing that your childhood is a long forgotten dream.
But it is the fleeting feeling of joy that keeps us going. Being congratulated or rewarded for working hard. Being told by someone that they care for you and love you. The butterflies in your stomach when you're nervous because she held your hand. Knowing that your childhood was a dream rather than a nightmare you can't wake up from.
It isn't the moments of time I want to capture. It's the feeling. At these moments of joy I don't want to stay at that place in time, I want to stay in that feeling. I want my hands to tremble and my heart to beat fast. I want my throat to close and my eyes to wince. I want to stay frozen in feeling.