Its temporary,

In a moment, like the wind during a cold winters night, a brief presence of blue rest upon the dreams of moonlight and curiosity.

What else, What’s next?

A temporary feeling of being lost has found you.

In a moment, caught gazing upon the brightest star, a sudden presence of warmth fills every empty space and crevice of your unknown. 

I’m here, I’m blessed.

A temporary feeling of happiness has found you.

In a moment every feeling of summer can turn cold and every winter night can be followed by a beautiful sunrise, Then you realize everything is temporary.