Memories.

Memories lay like fickle sand that slowly slips away and finally turns into smooth heavy mud that sinks deep within our hearts and souls. Just as the waves of our mind push those layers of memories deeper and deeper within our conscious mind which eventually get lost somewhere. And on one comfortable night when we’ve sailed away on our ship of dreams or on one sunny afternoon when we’re seeping the suns rays these memories awaken once again, bit by bit to leave us with a feeling of happiness as warm as the sun.

It’s all that’s left in the end anyway, these memories of you and me. They’re imprinted in our minds and hearts and sometimes our body- like foot prints that lie imprinted on the face of wet sand.

And when they awaken once again they seem to be as fresh as the morning breeze that brushes past my entangled hair. We seem to relive them and they appear as alive as the morning sea against the peach sunlit sky, as we get lost into the blueness of the water.

They linger for a moment or two, leaving those dull moments to become the sweetest ever. You smile to yourself, and suddenly they’re over before you know it. It pinches you, like the salt of sea water.

You rub your eyes to hold onto that slipping memory. The one that forms such a beautiful view in front of your pleading eyes. One such as the view from a balcony facing the river side. All you can do is gaze in amazement as that memory merges with reality, just as the burning orange ness of the sun melts into the darkened purple waters, there in the distance. Just as you watch the remains of light disappear into black magic, as the sun finally sets somewhere far-far away from you.