By Imug-d
As we sit and feel the wind blowing peeling the time of our dream like life and in front of us, the yellow cone shape flowers, unique as usual in the order of the nature, sticking out from the plant that looks less of a kind that produces flowers. As the mild air of beginning summer, pleasant enough to sit out in the evening passing us by,
We begin to write the words that our mind is narrating in randomness of life. Eyes begin to stare at the pole of an electric light leading to the thoughts of understanding the importance of light in life. Light is what sways you away from the darkness.
Having reached here to write the journey of life in our own words.The sea of memory will be the only place to swim in search of a place that only belongs to us. When the shore appears closer enough to rest, the thoughts begin to vanish and the memory is blurred in time with a vision that is planted in our brain.
Forever will we be swimming in the memory? Have we lost the track of time? We ask ourself. It appears as though time has swept us into the whirl that only gets intense as we pass through the wilderness of thoughts.We have dived deeper into the sea of memory in the universal time, there is no going back to the shore where now only the stillness remains.
The empty spaces we see around outside ourselves were once filled with the subjects and the objects, seeing nothing around now, forces us to submerge back into the memories, to reinforce the silence with visuals and sounds, to continue our swim in the memory of time.
As we believe that every end is a beginning, its the time and the needs of our self that take us forward in the journey of life, how else, we will get the chance to dive in the sea of our memory. As the time passes, its only the memory what remains.
