Memories run through my hands like an endless waterfall and yet I can only catch a few. Time slips by and with each tick of the clock new memories made and old ones fade. As I grow old and gray I use pictures of my past to remember all your faces. In the morning the sun will shin and start the
day a new with steam rising from the grass and eating away the morning
dew and some how that will draw back some of the old memories I had of you. Each little event will be brought back to life. One day I might feel a cool breeze and smell the scent of the lilac flowing right at me and I will remember Spring in my hometown. Profound as it may seem, I conjure up happy memories from the past in my dreams, counting feelings each one from somewhere deep. Even though you are not with me the thought of our bond and love lives deep inside of me. In the center of me lay a machine more powerful then my mind. Each memory is encapsulated there and runs through my veins and even when I can not see, happiness will come back to me through our happy memories. |
