Memories.
There are a few memories which linger in your mind long after they were made. You just cannot shrug its presence and it’s a constant reminder of the moments spent. As much as holding onto it becomes necessary, loosing it becomes even more. But its just there everywhere. Then there comes a time when all is gone and a hollow remains which breathes vacant fumes. A known and forgotten feeling. It is like a womb missing its child... and hurts even if it gave you great joy at a time. You cannot help any of it, its not in your hands, and you tear under the remorse of it. But slowly, the pain eases and you walk out of a dream which once was. Willingly or not you begin to make new memories. and it is all effortless. You do not even know when they started. The hollow ceases to be and all of it feels like a dream, both new and old. Such is the beauty of moments which hold strong bonds. Such is the beauty of moments that become unforgettable. Such is the bea