Its very odd how things can silently occur wearing a "of no significance" label. They make you think nothing of them, initially. More than often, these events hit you with the impact ten times larger when they become memories. The strangest memories (re)visit you to push you in your thoughts be it to make you laugh, cry or if evil, yearn for it. It feels like they back you up when your soul is searching of a certain something to complete it again. A lesson you never learnt until you require it. As ironic as it sounds, our memories are here to help us move forward.

I was walking. As were the two of them although in the opposite direction. She must have reached her breaking point as she could not continue. She knelt down at the side of the pavement and sobbed, hard into her hands. He stood behind her, shocked but nonetheless tried with all his might to help her up but the weight of her sadness was simply too heavy for him to handle.

< >