Time

It only hides, recollects, when you least expect it. And when you're ready for those moments, to endure them completely, it all comes flying at you, a slap in the face then it's gone. You don't know what happened, you cannot recollect that experience, memory it's only a lost thought now, shoved inside of a light-bulb and maybe one day, that bulb will again illuminate the mind, which forgets so easily moving to a place far away, a place unknown, a sacred secret, only one's self can access a place of serenity.