There is someone I know talking a stroll.
Let the ripples be, let the time crawl
'Mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?'
A thought might strike me and pass,
I let you be , I let you go , I let you move from now to past.
If I were to cherish every moment of my life. It would have become a history textbook and, quite frankly, historical compositions aren't always the most interesting reads one comes across.
What I cherish most is my forgetfulness, my laziness to capture every moment into a more concrete form, my indifference to to the fact that my life, as I see it, might one day be as gone as I would be.
Yet i also cherish the moments You remind me of,in one those moods of yours. I cherish the 'stories' almost unaware that I have once lived them myself.
i cherish you as my memory keeper and I wish it to be so till I am capable of creating them.