Empty memories

I can remember a time, when I was a little girl, I used to run and play for hours. Content with myself. Nothing in the world could upset me, nothing in the world could take away the pleasure I got from just lying in the grass watching the clouds pass by. I’d imagine hills rolling for miles. Sunsets and flowers, anything and everything were possible then. The stars would watch my freckled face from afar, just as I’d watch them. And I was happy. I had no fear, no troubles, and most of all I felt no pain. Nothing was there to cause it. It was just the wind and I. I guess that’s how I thought it would always be. It’s not like that anymore. I don’t lie in the grass and I don’t dance with the trees. The stars won’t even shine for me anymore, not how they used too. The wind still comforts me though. It brings me an escape when I need one. It fills me with the fragrance of distant flowers, the memory of distant lands. It takes me far away just for one second, and there it frees my soul. But, I know one day soon, not even the wind can save me. Not from my prison, not from my keeper. And when the wind goes memories of a life long passed will fade away. What’s left of my happiness will die and there will be no more children. Not to dance with the trees or shine with the stars. Not to lie in the grass and gaze to the clouds. There will be no happiness, only the sorrow that fills empty memories. 1