the days that i spent with myself

sometimes, and sometimes often, i dream myself near a seashore with a white shirt and a black trouser that i once dreamt of wearing on her birthday, with hands in my pocket. Thinking about the time that has passed and changed, like an aftermath. I often imagine myself to be alone, quiet and settled. Like all the answers i have got.

no more questions to ask. just me and time, and the countless memories that only i cherish. looking at sea shore and thinking how vast is this life and how it changes with every tide.

and my story remains the same… both happy & sad… and i always wonder how that could be

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