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...

I was shocked myself, I didn't realize that until a very later hour of the night, I used to come running to see those pictures, those pictures that were buried by time, and covered by the dust of oblivion, I was shocked not because I have changed, but by the carelessness I felt towards those pictures, I didn't even bother to check them, to see my picture, or ours, I never did that before, utterly weird but true, those pictures were somehow a memorable shadow, a dark ghost that haunts my graveyard, and remembering by now, how I conflicted myself, and denied many things to believe the lies you used to tell , now I'm seeing the same figures of the past, I'm awake, I'm in control, just like lucid dreaming I know, this is reality and that is a show, those pictures never lose their meanings, those valuable moments in time will never be lost, as much as human beings lose meaning of love, respect, compassion and trust.