hope of helpless memory
Sometimes, I have found a haven in moments. In the temporal space, they created. In the absence of chaos. These moments are vivid and struck right in my memories. They are what I call hope. If there was a dust of unconsciousness in me, they would've been tarnished. They are never lost, they just keep appearing once in a while.
On one such moment, I met you, in the same temporal space. You left, but the memory has carved a void in my heart.
What do I do, with such a helpless memory?
I guess I just hope.
