Letters to Life: Letters written to a lost life

Dreams and memories 1

Dear Life,
I have been held a prisoner of time. All I can do is ravel the filaments of my few remaining dreams with the gossamer of memories.

I remember how you used to tiptoe into our sandcastle and we used to sing your favorite tunes not caring if we woke up the sleeping dreams. But now my voice is too off key for humming those long forgotten melodies without you.

I remember how you gently wrapped me into your warm embrace and entwined my hand with yours until my fingers whispered the most beautiful fairytale to yours. Now I am sick of shivering from the harsh winds through the window, which is broken, but not such much as me.

I remember how that little daffodil used to lean in through the small cracks in the wall and eavesdrop our conversations and smile knowingly as it knew all our sweet little secrets. There is no daffodil anymore. All that remains is a wasteland. Nothing grows here.

I remember how we used to break the jars of silence with the pebbles of symphonies. Now all the jars are broken and their shards pinch me.

I remember how we used to race beyond the unknown places, laughing, gamboling and panting and then take long walks back home together. Now ways run faster than feet. There is no way that I can chase.

I remember how we used to pretend to be asleep as we watched the night fall asleep, peacefully, listening to its own silent lullabies and then we used to rock it and scare all its nightmares away from dusk till dawn. Even now a wet dawn may be waiting in the footsteps of my night, but it is too dark for me to reach the door and my pale skin stands as a barrier between the darkness inside and that outside.

Like a breeze, you swept through me. Now I am lost. Only this shell remains. And these dreams and memories. But I am running out of dreams. They are falling, hitting the ground, breaking and scattering like a broken doll. When all my dreams are broken, what will I weave the memories with?

Trying to hold on to the scattering dreams and fading memories,
Yours and only yours,
Me