Bitter Sweet Memories
A warm breeze, a lovely old scent, a soft enchanting song,
Visions in sepia colors yet so charming and colorful, voices and echoes that tremble the heart, suddenly a surf from the deep comes and splashes the shore.
If we are not meant to see our future in advance, shouldn't we cherish what we have seen. Ironically, it's difficult to handle.
Bad memories are hard but good ones are harder, the sweet memories that become bitter because they have passed, because of the years.
Time leaves its traces and shades just like the ones on the pages of an old book.
The people that we wonder will we ever see again. The photos of the places that still exist yet they are never the same.
These memories are carved deep in the soul, covered with the daily activities, future plans, problems and so many things we indulge ourselves in.
And the moment we decide to sit back and relax a little, they come, black you out, stops the time and attack like a tornado scatters the present like the dust that covers an old book. The carved memories became exposed and aches in an enjoyable way.
Only one thing gives them the lovable taste again the fact that they were once sweet and HOPE.