Tuesday, 3 July 2018

Invisible

If only we could be invisible,
the winds bringing painful memories of the past shall not find us. Unsettling the calmness of life, with emotions superflous.

If only we were invisible,
the pebbles of memories of losing someone shall not hit us.
Causing ripples in the lake of present, with which we adjust.

Hiding peacefully in the serenity of oblivion, we shall be withering away our lives.
Instead, let's mourn and pay respect to the souls of people we loved.
Let go and rejoice at the passing away of bitter memories of the past.

Be visible again,
to welcome the breeze of new moments, turning into happy memories.
To welcome the wind which causes waves in the present, writing new stories.