Pages

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Intoxicated by time


Memory is a child walking along the seashore 

I can pretty much remember the times when days were innocent. When stolen moments were easily filled with smiles and even the simplest things can make it possible. When the word "Hello" was enough to make you friends with a stranger, or flying kisses were as valuable as an actual kiss. I imagine those times when a single hug from someone can make you feel less alone, less different from anybody else, and a bit more appreciated.

I wish that those days may appear again or else, be buried forever in memories.