Written In Thoughts

whirlpool

A light wind washes over a still sea.
A sea of videos,
A sea of pictures
Waves start to crash upon other waves,
each showing pictures of the past
and pictures of the present.
Mending together,
forming bubbles and foam of many different colors.
The pictures brighten up and saturate as the foam blends together,
highlighting parts you've never quite noticed before.
Bringing forth recollections you narrowly remember.
Bringing forth memories you yearn to relive.

The waters begin to spiral,
spiral into a pit,
Conjuring more and more pictures
mixing more and more colors.
Bringing more and more memories and more and more emotions...

Some time goes by
the whirpool slows.
Slows back down to waves
But it's left its mark.
Pictures have become brightened, and pictures have become saturated.
Highlights have been left, so you can notice new things.

Waves dissapate,
and the sea becomes still.
Pictures become still and play like videos.
The yearning, still there,
but with new recollections to give,
And with highlights, you may have missed.