Samnehs Blogs

“Nous devons cultiver notre jardin.” – Voltaire

Fading of Memory

Some days, it’s like it was all a dream, while others, the vivid dream comes to haunt the existence I am in. I forget you most days, yet on some nights, I tend to remember your laugh and smile. I seek in others what I had in you. Woe to me, my only life seems to be far away from this “home”. Take me with you far away, let us wander the nightly streets again.

Will this haunt me forever, please say it ain’t so.

I long await to find my Josephine, may she allow me to forget the pains of the past.