Moments..

Maybe I have learnt to capture certain moments with my eyes and with my mind, not the camera.

The good thing, is I can take them out any time to reminisce, the memorable ones.
The bad thing, however, is I can hardly delete them, the bad ones.

Sometimes, I think my mind has become an automatic camera.
It captures almost every little thing.
The necessary and the unnecessary.
The smiles, the frowns, the dramas.
And some insignificant expressions that make me sceptical.

And so, while it has become automatic, it has also turned a little rusty.
The older moments seem much more faded, the new ones fresh in the mind. Despite my attempts to delete them.