Days pass by in a hazy blue. Today becomes tomorrow and tomorrow becomes next month. And yet, for the memories, there is always a place is yesterday. Memories of four years ago bring the bittersweet feelings associated with it. They bring back the reasons for writing as they once did. But that was yesterday. That writing is not for now. It is written and become a part of the old pages.
Today, has become a month ago and fresh memories and waiting to be written and made immortal. Feelings are fresh and colours are bright. It is the road not taken... in the past four years. These memories are different and new, feelings are treated differently. Again a reason to write and a reason to feel.
Happiness is no more momentary, we hope it stays.
Peace is no more an illusion, we hope there's more coming our way.
Love is no more an old memory, we hope it may be unconditional.
Cheers!
