Death of the moments.

Nostalgia creeps inside and make u miserable.
Remembering those times , I feel suffocated..
I miss that time, I miss a dozen things,
and the problem is I cant define what I miss so much.

I know i was happy that time, I know I m happy these days as well, and I wonder I m going to miss these days someday a lot, But every moment, a part of me is changing, i m not holding on the things that are gone, but its just a moment for now, when i want to stop, i want to turn back and want to look how i was , what i have become, and to tell myself that transformation will not stop ever. But its a moment to look back at the blur, and to keep looking till this moment lasts..

Its time to stop.
Its time to try once more to treasure all that i have even though I know, everything will be lost.
Its time to close your eyes, and to rest for a moment, to keep the things forever.
Its time to smile and wave back at the moments which are dead.

A moment is not that long. Is it ?
:)

Its time to move again.