Mistaken Words

Every moment I look back, I witness the change that I can not accept. How past is always different; the times I thought were not good transformed to be the good times. I opened the small door in memory and I started to grab all the beautiful blessings of that time. It is in the corner of the black hole; the roses in surface withdrew some inches to let me sit there and grab as much as I can,  as much as I want. I was focused on those moments, I wanted them to come back, I didn't want it to remain a random dream only; I wanted to travel by time back and stay there. I know it is a dream, so I will absorb all the good things and come back. I kept thinking, I left part of me in the past and came to future, that's why I was always misunderstood and ended up isolated. I believe that I was always reserved. I believe I was always trying to understand the world, but I didn't fit the world's subconscious. I grabbed the self of the past to fit this time. I used to write lightened poetry,  I always made people read about happiness, I can understand how the written words changed in a sudden. I am not proclaiming about how we forget ourselves in the past, but what if we let the happy self in the past and we can see what is special now, and what is special is so hurtful. If anything has not changed about the good things is that strength is always remaining, in all situations.

Now, I took the past with me, and let the rose dead in its place, I took life and all shining moments from it, and closed the black hole, so I can believe that the dream comes back real again.

Written by - Iman Fede