All at once, I realized time was truly a masterpiece.
I’ve never imagine myself living in another time, or even breathing in another person’s chest. Couldn’t even imagine too, for a person as ordinary as me could actually live, die, and live again. It was as if life and death were playing with time, yet the shadows of a long forgotten past can only be seen through sleeping, through dreaming. Days in life were linked together, in such a way that they were destined to complete an essential formula called life. Days were made for us to be able to work on it’s equation, and nights,--those dark and dreary nights—were made to let our minds and thoughts sometimes drift onward to a place called dreamery. I never knew those nights could represent the girl I had become today, could hardly believe that those night falls and dreams could actually meant my whole life.
I realized this things as I stood alone on a lonely forest that envision its endless oaks and trees. All looked dark and gray, yet it matched the stillness of the air, the stifling scent of it so natural that I had first smelled it on my way here. Everything is calm, it was almost twilight. The sky looked pale dark, slowly showing it’s blue cloud lines. The small pond nearby twinkled its clear little wave with the remaining light. The cold icy wind was too much to bare, but I didn’t care even if my lips were shaking violently at the notion. I was alone, yes, but somewhere in the recesses of my brain I knew I was not. I could barely feel him here, his presence so disturbing it had come with my every steps, his warmth that seems to be with me was enough to break the coldness of the air. I could remember too, how those intense deep brown eyes of him looked at me the first time he’d been just an inch away from me. His lips that mirrored mine, and his touch that’s so fragile I could barely feel how it felt the first time around. I recall all of it, as the image of this lonely forest still betwixt through my inner core that produces an eerie song out the wilderness of the whole place. My mind was drifting,--drifting onward—to a place I never knew existed—and would be lost in forever. Miles away I could see few black dusty birds pushing, chasing each other to form and play a circular motion around tall thicket of trees gazing somberly down at the ground . I watch them, as one bird accidentally push all it’s might that lead one tree to it’s way down. Other birds took it as a signal to flee away, leaves were falling in quick motion everywhere, small stems fall down, and as the water kiss it’s skin,
I remember everything.
