Memories of time past are sauntering into view like sweet fragrant breezes, bursting gently against my cheek.
It is that old familiar feeling. Drowsily my eyes close to drift rapturouly into the extemporaneous visits.
Gold crusted streets lined in cherry blossoms filled with familiarities tickle my whimsy as shiny pebbles wink at me as if to say, welcome back.
Splinters of once hopeful desires are forming to provide driftwood enabling me to float like whispers of an awakening sunrise, warmly rising upwards out of the cold.
I'm enjoying a sweet escape from a heart burdened by ineffable lonliness. I'm coasting on a barren plain of sweet amnesia like the young girl at seventeen.