Do You Remember?

Do you remember the way they used to smell?
Like flowers in a field or the faint smell of cotton

Do you remember how their hugs feel?
Warm and protective or maybe way too tight?

Do you remember how they used to look?
The color of their eyes? Was it blue, grey green or brown?

Do you remember the way their voice sounds like?
Soft as honey or like a high pitched screech?

Do you remember?


Inspiration #01

William Wordsworth – I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Nothing but peace

Today we went to see the ocean. I saw her everywhere. The wind blew my hair in all directions and the waves where crashing down the shore. Everything we said got carried away as if we were not meant to hear anything other than the sea, the waves and every now and then the sounds of a seagull struggling to keep flying. 
There was nothing else but peace.