A memory falls past the point of time.
It is now timeless, priceless, random, fleeting,
Sometimes faceless, walking slow,
Sometimes, at a sprint, transporting me into different worlds,
Clouds colors of green, purples, blues.
Sometimes the memory just looks into my eyes
And all of a sudden I fill to the brim with tears
That the wind blows from my eyes.
Not gravity.
Just one memory can bring a lot of pain.
A black path, orange forest behind
I am angry but filled with happiness
And I do chase, I chase the memory,
Squeals and runs too.
He's fast.
But not as fast as me.
A memory slips down the abyss that a few days can bring
to a highly dependent mind.
She smiles
She cries
With tears
In green eyes.
Memories will be the ruin of all sanity,
God so help me and my mind.