Was in a space where houses seemed packed together, barely any gaps between them. But surprisingly when walking through the streets there seemed a lot of gap between them. They looked small. One house in particular looked pretty spacious eith limited furniture, a family living in it where a little boy was trying to play with his football indoors. Another I remember seemed luxurious, like a prestigious hotel or palace.
Memories are a blessing and a curse. It's natural to shy away from the bad ones. When a happy one gets tainted, that's a bit difficult to digest. Then, there are the people associated with a memory or form a part of it. Thankful for aches. I'm still living ☺
Comments