life as a tune what if played backwards? a thousand years from the setting sun would man still walk on earth?from the shadows of a deserted night rises questions that is as deep as the mind, eyes can't see what the mind does. It is an endless reflection that ripples from a vibrant heart that wells with ecstacy when it find moments that are so surreal and serene.
I have always dreamed of the youth I lost and a million ways I could set things right, if given a second chance. But you can't go back. Time sure passes, but it doesn't erase. I turn through the pages of my yester years like picture album of memoirs, flash upon flash in a silent shudder they shimmer and fade back nestled in the grave as they rise and fall.
to dream is to be awake in slumber, reaching out to the space and time that exists somewhere where there is no life but just ether. remember the time when I used to take long walks after college hours, just to be lost and not find a familiar face. I seeked shelter in a qualm that cannot be defined with the wealth of words.
RIP my past!