Sun Basked in Fondness

The images of a grassy meadow would often haunt the nooks of my mind. The wind in here was not petulant, sharp, or harsh. I would walk amongst that meadow, the grass itching in contact of my skin whilst it dance with the wind. 

I’ve been alone for quite some time, its just me and the ghostly presence. 

Memories, would i consider you as one? You’re a reverie, a golden hour. Something to catch in the air yet slips through the gaps of my fingers. 

Those floating dusts in space.

“Its so silent.” yet the blades of grass rustles, the sun blares a light, and the world around is alive.

Maybe i just long to hear the voice of friend again. Aimlessly wandering in sleep, i hope to leave my isolation.

I should visit the ocean.