My life has occurred in memories.
Many moments that were seemed so real,..so rich when they happened.
At the time.
I walked along the sunsetting beach holding hands with her.
I thought I never forget one frame.
It was nice.
So many years later.
Only impressions left.
Emotional fragments savored.
Spacial pieces of life that proves, I existed some way before.
Our feet leaving footprints behind on the memory’s grainy sand.
Between our toes.
In astral time.
Moments.
Never the same.
Molded thoughts softly pressed within my mind.
Ever so, slowly being washed away with the tide.