There[s]’s[/s] should be 'are' moments in time where everything seems to be in place. Moments [s]in time[/s] where everything is perfect. Life [s]seems to be[/s]is at its best, there is love and life and [s]moments of[/s] wonder. Then those moments fade; only scars of pain and bitter happiness, memories of those moments are alive in the mind and soul. Then the moment reappears but it [s]still[/s] isn’t what it was before.
Life itself has changed; the moments that were once held dear have faded from sight and mind. Love has been lost.
As time changes one moment into the next, new memories are found and held dear, there is hope, love, lust, dreams, fear[s]s[/s], passion, anger, inspiration, doubt. A new beginning is born with each day, each second that passes by.
Hope can be lost in a moment but [s]can be[/s] regained in the next, life begins [s]with moments[/s] and [s]it[/s] ends in moments.