nothing is forever.

​ever been so busy when someone offers you a freshly baked piece of goodness? you eagerly take it with thanks, but instead of guzzling it, you set it aside for "awhile" - save the best for last you say.

the scent wafts into your nostrils and it's screaming for you to pick it up and relish it..
time passes, it cools. the scent is faint but fragrant, it calls out softly for you..
many hours pass, it's cold and stale and somewhat deflated, it stops calling out. 
and when you've snapped our of your busyness to savour what your taste buds had waited for all this while, you turn around to find it's gone.

where has it gone? you don't know.

has it been stolen? eaten? thrown away? you don't know.

while you were immersed in busyness, in your oblivion, a gem vanished.

sometimes, when you push something aside for too long, it grows cold, it becomes no more.