5/8 of an idea.

never before and never again
has the earth been witness
to such a happening
such a moment
such a time
captured in frames
of glass
and moving pictures
and pixels of parts of pieces
this life
this age
this excitement
contrived and contrite
and begging to be caught
"don't let me get away. don't let me leave."
chase me chase me chase

but once captured.
lost
it doesn't quite live up to
the life we live

how to explain
expound
excavate my mind to find the treasures of life

but i find nothing. except old cliches
catch phrases and silly rhymes.
why does my head hurt?
is this normal? natural?
to pain so much over nothing but
words and images
words and images
the sound of words
spoken soft
sung aloud
images
seen, witnessed, felt

what happens when they collide?