What if I forget who I am?
What if I lose part of the little images that attach me to this world?
What if all the memories I have are mere daydreams? Simple creations of my imagination?
And it’s like I’m behind this big screen..
Hazy memories made of sweets and marshmallows…
I watched you chasing butterflies through the clearing..
And I knew you’ll quickly learn how to ride a bicycle..
I recalled how you fell in love with the beach..
Hazy dreams smelled of peaches and watermelons
I recognized the warmth of the sun from the red of your cheeks..
And tasted the salt of the air in your tears..
I felt the fear that made your limbs quiver..
..Some images linger no matter how far our minds drift.
Have a great evening everyone.