Things are always changing. People flood into our lives just to be drowned out later and the thoughts that remain after their parting depends entirely on your perspective. It's the memories that remain that count, not the person or material. A mere memory can hold much more meaning than anything in the world so long as it remains true,...
A form of utopia. The calm breeze tickles my skin as if pulling me through the winding lanes and flowered pathways of the village. A blossom tree lies just above us all, using a small hillside on the outskirts of the village as a pedestal. The pale lilac petals blossomed in the sun's radiance but hid in secrecy as it...
There comes a time where you no longer recognise someone you believed you knew so well. You enjoyed their company and shared their laughs but you no longer look at them the same and believe you never will again. This isn't entirely true; your opinion can change but your memories of them won't. It was almost magical having the memories...
