The Colours of My Mind
I closed my eyes and the colours of my mind began to move. They danced and swirled, whirling and twirling together.
Eventually, they formed that face. That perfect, enchanting face.
Thousands of miles and hundreds of days are between us, but I still can’t get you out of my mind.
By Nipun
Reminiscence
Music pipes in through the speakers. My listlessness soon ceases.
Then I remember moments. Of friendships. Of happiness. Of freedom. Of nonchalance. Moments that have never failed to make me smile.
They are forever etched in memory.
And that is all they will be now, as the music plays on.
By Moonchild
