Remember when the sunlight used to color your hair in bright streams of light?

When the grass grew whereever and whenever you pressed your barefeet into the ground.

Do you remember how you always found a hand to hold whenever the moonlight struck the sea like thousands of teeny tiny diamonds about to burst with excitement?

Do you remember
the time
when
the
wind
blew your hair
and
you
held
a giggle
inbetweenyourteeth?

Do you remember the way it looked, ( Summer ) , in all its glory and e n d  l e  s s short bit of time?

The way the sand slipped unconsciously through your fingers and you collected it into jars each with it's own little clock to count down the time that was passing in your life and the flowers from the roads of mistakes and roads of memories and roads of the learned.

Remember when the air smelled like a second chance and the nail polish on your nails whispered words like new hope and freshly grown love was planted into your heart?



Do you remember?

'Cause I do.


What it is that I remember; Idon'tknow. But I do remember.

Trust in me when the grass is green and the shore meets the sea.)

The salt in your eyes melted when the moon decided to fall down that night where the roses made their way to the bedchambers of

 

change.

 

 

Change, is a funny thing. Isn't?

Yet, sometimes it's not funny at all...

But you can always trust changes to change.

And life to change.

Sometimes for the better, sometimes for what seems like the worst.

 

But it'll turn out okay in the end.

Because God holds your life in His palm.

 

 

 

Anyways, just some writing from some girl who's mind slipped words onto a keyboard late at night while the Harry Potter Deathly Hallows soundtrack played instrumental music in the background.