Sometimes I try stop time because in that moment I am learning something, I am alive, I am joyful and free. But in capturing it, I entrap that feeling to me I become bound to the memory more than to living life itself.
That memory is no longer free and neither am I. And with this recognition, I let go of the clock and invite the thief of time. Let him take the moments and the hours, the days and months and the years, but leave me with the memories and the feelings recreated by them and I promise, not to try make time stand still.