Diaries of March

This is it, the way it goes is so simple, from the very beginning, as a child, you grow with the idea, that eveything  you relate to, everyone youre friends with, every play ground you play at, belongs to you,  the laughter the moments, the ideas, the dreams, they grow within yourself, thinking it all belongs to only you, you plant it, take care of it, water it every now and then, that play ground you used to share moments of innocence at, having your friends, your own people playing around you, even if the seasons change, you think it will always be the same, and this little dirt on your shirt from the playground will always stain there on your hands, on your clothes, the faces you're used to see sometimes around, will always light up your way, summer euphoric nights, the paradise of blue sky, though the little changes occur, you never realize it might hit you once in all, you grow up after couple of years to a sign on your play ground saying, " This...

Memories cause you heartache, they are pictures that never change, smells that never fade, and people we used to knock their doors in the middle of the night awaiting for comfort, hot summer days that always felt the same, breezy and pure , cold winter nights that felt cozy with their presense, the taste of the food while dining, to move on doesnt mean to throw the pictures away, or burn them, to move on is to lock them with a secure locker and throw its key deep in the ocean, to let it go doesnt mean closing the doors, but knowing well they’ve been broken once, to let go means being strong enough to throw the key, and to fix the door, to let go is to grow stronger”