The past is the future

I`ve not been thinking about her. Rather, dreaming. Her company and the things she`d say. Its all unconsciously done – I don`t even know about it – the brain or a rebel who`s part of it, still desires to have fun. We were swimming in a pool in the center of Paris – can you imagine. There was a dream a few days back too – I can`t remember – the wonder that is you, encompasses the length and the breadth of the skull, new memories, for the lack of space, don`t exist, aren`t stored.

The past is the future.

grass

Happiness to me is lying in this grass..
I like how green it is...
Wen I turn over.. All I'm staring at ..
is it's green-ness..
A perfect blend of just green..
It makes me happy thinking about the grass..
I like the way it smells..
Something so crisp..
so raw..
This is wat nature smells like I wonder..
closing my eyes, i let my brain smell it..
The smell makes me high...
Reminds me of your hair..
I can hear you sing a faint song..
Love the tune..
Lose the reality...
I lie on this grass all the time..
Because it is not bothered by me..
It always is welcoming..
Sometimes I feel it wraps me around it..as sleep engulfs me.
The grass makes me happy.

Hdk