I really liked the opening lines. The energy it takes to relive a memory drawn from the sun itself.
Brings a new light to cloudy days and dark minds.
The longing from this piece hit me from both sides.
Needing to be inside the memory to live a life that has already passed.
I liked this. it was a sweet piece to read. What it made me feel or what stirred, actually, was the mind blowing notion/fact that one's mind never stops producing pictures and stories like a never ending
manufacturing company. It strikes me that it is so damn hard not to think or to abandon" the waves that drift and draw"
I enjoyed the imagery and the subtle sleepless night that was portrayed. And you are right, memories are the best time travel one can hope to get, although I rather stick to the present, or doggedly attempt to do so, no offence intended, of course.
Submission Name: Desayuno Serenade
