We are on the journey to our destination. Sometimes I feel I should enjoy this journey. I feel I should allow the pain to be felt, relish my sore feet. Enjoy the tiredness. Wipe off tears and sweat. We are making memories. Every second is unique. We are complex beings and what makes every moment different is emotions. Our emotions are memories.
I associate my memories i.e. emotions to smell, books, songs, movies. I remember I used to listen to blah blah song when blah blah happened. I am a sponge, absorbing every bit of my surroundings. Surprisingly, I am listening to a song while writing this. It’s Heather- Conan Gray. On top of it, I hear my fan making weird sounds adding a special effect to the music.
The smell of lavender candles flowing in my room mixed with fresh ink into my new diary. The smell of paper! Sunlight shines upon my ink, glittering and enhancing the beauty of the surroundings. I haven’t edited this piece. It’s raw and written at a shot but yet I feel peace while writing this.