sonnyxb
To remember can be both a burden and a gift. An ability as well as a fun past time. What ever the motive, to remember is to relive a moment for ones own personal torture or pleasure.
The tremble, the sound of utter shriek as i realize that this might be the last day of my existence. There was no possible way I or anyone for that matter could escape from what was to come. As i stand there, ready to meet my fate, one small exciting thought overpowers my dreadful fate. In being able to see something that it is merely talked about in books strives me to believe and have faith in that of which i have never seen.
The smell. So sweet, savoring, delicate. Making one be reluctant to smell for fear of over praising and being captivated by such a fluorescent scent.
Intersection, a place all drivers seem to face one day or another. Some frustrated, others taking in the advantage of having time to focus on other things rather than just the road. A time to put it all out and either sulk withing one's mind or simply let loose. Even if it for a couple seconds.