What once was, is nothing but memory now!
So delicate and fragile but capable of holding a universe on itself!
Tears will always fall!
How many first times of your life do you remember?
Doesn’t sound too much if one takes embarks on a journey. But the big question: how is that journey? When will it end?
Life’s old chapters
Pops right in front
It started with a bang and it will end with a bang.
As I look back to years gone by, I only see memories of the past.
It was blank in the beginning.
So much that was
From days long gone
Is just not anymore