Thoughts and Words...

After many years of solitude and hiding away from things that meant so much to her, today again she took her pen and notebook which was left abandoned to be dusted off in some lonely corner of her room. Turning the pages of the old book, she noticed her own beautiful handwriting depicting emotions and moments of everyday life from her past. The sight of her own wiring gave her the sorted inspiration to scribble down again.

Taking a fresh faded page, keeping her pen on top, she stared at the blank space waiting to be filled with the words oozing out of her thoughts.

But… like the once dusted book, her thoughts also seemed to have dusted off, leaving her back in the solitude zone… once again. 

  

It hits me now that we're all replaceable in the end. Right down to the memories we create. Someone will come and just write all over them. So, I'll smile for I want you to be happy. And that tiny place in your world which is mine, shall stay mine, and I'll visit it, the same day, every year. Year after year.