what does it feel when your frozen memories, made pictures fade away, like vanishing into thin air?
It's like a part of your way have disappeared, like years of pieces of tangible and visible memories have dissipated. Now only remains our fragile and delicate memory, threatened by the oblivion.
Maybe we all need to forget to create new and fresh memories; we would explode by a chaos of remembrance. For every minute that passes, an instant of infinity dies, is created or even remembered. By then, let's keep them between our sheets, in each wrinkle sheets
We were heading to the search of little respites as we the mountains started to flood the whole scenery of the train's windows. Ready to the unkown and to follow peculiar red circles which lead us to witness the awesomeness of the scenery above the clouds, on the top of the mountains. But, what really matter in this little escapade was the whole journey, and the fact of sharing such great good vibes and laughs and songs and stories with these magnificent people. To share the astonishing views and to create unforgettable memories about it. To feel the sunlight, the rain sound and its smell, the unexpected hail, the different atumn shades, the way the clouds move and rise and touch the mountains.
Little details between leafy woods; great explosions of happiness shared with them.