Like a polaroid...
I remember what it used to be like,
to be young, to be innocent.
It's forever trapped in my mind, in that one still moment.
Happy, running through the green fields.
Laughing, smiling in the warm and loving sun.
It felt like I was flying, closing my eyes and stretching my arms out like wings.
It's difficult to describe any more, feeling like it was blocked out long ago.
Maybe I forgot on purpose, to save myself from the deep sorrow within.
The knowing that I cannot go back, that it will never be again.
You cannot turn back the clock, and it only hurts to try.
But, for now, it makes me smile while I'm sitting here alone tonight.
I wonder where it all went, and what that place is like now.
To be realistic, it probably rotted away like the rest of the Earth.
But, maybe, just maybe that one area is still pristine and beautiful.
And the people, the strangers I once knew and loved.
What if they are still there? Lingering on, having the same thoughts as I.
Maybe it's just possible, in a strange sense, that a small part of our souls are forever there.
Playing in the sun, running through that field, forever living on as happy as we were.
Like a polaroid, that memory will stay, fading with age, but never forgotten.