the tesseract

a wrinkle in time.

She used to wonder if someday, she would forget all that has passed. She wondered if she would forget all the memories, all the pain, all the joy and all the fun. And if everything would pass in a whirl, a grey swirl, till all that is left is a void.

And then, she would smile to herself, a tiny, secret smile.

Blissfully living each day, each more beautiful than the last, like the ever-changing sunset that outdoes itself each dusk.

Knowing that all memories would stay fresh, new, crisp, and that those who made them possible, were the only ones who mattered.

And then she smiled again, and she didn't smile alone, with the wind on her back and the light on her face, she laughed into the dawn.



to sneha, the one who spurred me on: Thank You! =)