How do we slip into a concrete and fleeting instant?

This is a collection that explores [the existence of the fleeting instant]

Standing at the border of death, all the pursuits based on speed, time are in such a void, like a night voyage with no return

sparks of dreams, fading desires, the one's who come and go, leaving traces in our life
each indestructible moment that I squandered, delayed, as luminous as the Night sun, fragile but eternal

The truth is, we can't live any longer than The Present