returning
it is a bit funny how memories appear suddenly, sometimes.
it was raining hard this afternoon and i was walking down some roads and in the throng of strangers, i thought i caught a glimpse of you, in a red shirt and then everyhting flashed back to more than a year ago.
i saw you on the street, alone, it was night and we caught each other's sight and there was nothing more to say than an unfairly short hello and how are you.and you were wearing red.
it was so vivid this afternoon. how that memory appeared, in the midst of rain and one wrong face in the ocean of strangers. probably, it was a moment of memories returning. those strangers may have been having thir moments too with someone in their respective lives. perhaps, one of them mistook me for someone else, from a distance.
and then, as always, one memory appears after the other and quite rapidly. in my case, exhilirating. i tried to run away and found myself in a photo store. an old photo store.
i bought some rolls of films for my toy camera and ran towards the rain, i might be able to trap those memories if i click. through the eyes of the strangers that might have looked when i did.
and then i remembered one conversation, you were so disappointed i wasn't bringing a camera as we planned to go to an island.
ah, that afternoon rain. i should have stayed inside. it would have avoided memories of you returning.
tonight, i'd be sniling when i sleep. you appeared. and i am strong, i went through it.
but more than that, there will definitely be a dream of someone else.
it was raining hard this afternoon and i was walking down some roads and in the throng of strangers, i thought i caught a glimpse of you, in a red shirt and then everyhting flashed back to more than a year ago.
i saw you on the street, alone, it was night and we caught each other's sight and there was nothing more to say than an unfairly short hello and how are you.and you were wearing red.
it was so vivid this afternoon. how that memory appeared, in the midst of rain and one wrong face in the ocean of strangers. probably, it was a moment of memories returning. those strangers may have been having thir moments too with someone in their respective lives. perhaps, one of them mistook me for someone else, from a distance.
and then, as always, one memory appears after the other and quite rapidly. in my case, exhilirating. i tried to run away and found myself in a photo store. an old photo store.
i bought some rolls of films for my toy camera and ran towards the rain, i might be able to trap those memories if i click. through the eyes of the strangers that might have looked when i did.
and then i remembered one conversation, you were so disappointed i wasn't bringing a camera as we planned to go to an island.
ah, that afternoon rain. i should have stayed inside. it would have avoided memories of you returning.
tonight, i'd be sniling when i sleep. you appeared. and i am strong, i went through it.
but more than that, there will definitely be a dream of someone else.