And then it disappeares like it has never been there before. What lasts is a cold wind of remembrance blowing all around, makes you freezing and wondering what to wonder about. Until you begin to forget … the light gets more pale, the dust thick like tough slime. Christmas is coming, again. You think. Looking around for love.Hearts. Lost your own beat for a while now. Have to find a new. Beat. New lips worth kissing. New fingers worth touching. Skin worth looking. Hairs worth being breathed in like a moment of never ending sunset.

Old stone. From then to now you ran like ever being young.  It’s so wonderful at moments when life’s getting easy.