Memories of us are the most priceless treasure that i ever had and will have.
Moving pictures, still ones, always surface in my mind.
It came at unearthly hours, unsuitable timings.
They were beautiful, unforgetable, always memorable.
As much as they were untainted, they return to haunt each time, the memories were painful ones, regretful ones.
Sands of time, why would you not turn back and let me start again?
Things will never be the state they were in again...
Dust to dust and ash to ash... they were irreversible...
Memories of us left a deep wound on me... it never ever actually recovered... i am still hurt... i guess i won't be able to make a return...
