Footsteps on the beach
Interprete path of memories
Made running towards existence
Now controlled by power

Like an image, the memory reminds me of every curve hes lips forms, like a 3d movie, definining a feeling afraid to be forgotten. with every constant flash  i lose myself from reality. completely hopeless my  heart beats at normal pace hinting "it's going to be okay". while every breathe reminds me the sparkle look of hes eyes caught in mine with total awareness. and every touch that carried a series of goosebumps my skin still feels.
Avoiding the present, i lie in bed absolutely innocent gathering all the pieces to form an untouchable memory of unrepeated words that reached my heart in he's presence. while the unimaginable touch of he's palm flickers my hair from the wind blocking my face, grabbing my neck and with it our last goodbye! Completely breathless the feeling make my heart mad, accepting a life without he's presence and good-charm. 'If it's meant to be it shouldnt be so so hard'. I repeat to myself gathering courage to enjoy every moment. Reminding me of a night spent admiring the flickering lights that caught our eyes , while coconut palms sang loudly reminding us of their presence. the wind through the leaves creating a relaxing melody of shushing sounds of rattling words of an unspeakable feeling brushed through siblings of the same branch.

The beauty of cold breeze watching the shores, with it carrying infinite memories of long lost dreams. Moments of freedom forgotten by the whole. Dreams by souls once written on tree trunks lies washed in debris on white beaches, destroyed by profit and greed.

The ocean like mood swings holds promises of a once sparkle clear sea, with islands on the horizon and the moon peaking through the gorge.  With it hinting perfection, like the ones reminded by photographs.

While the moon cheering its audience shines with grandeur embracing the presence of the conscious souls in search of happiness.

A happiness completely defined, a happiness thought by society illuding the majority and reassured by profit.  

photograph of the last summer, lingers like stars in the sky, with no relation to the present, as so many memories are tied through this long life journey already lived, already felt. none may ever feel the same, nor would it ever be seen the same, like a leaf left under a tree, through a long winter night.