Around the clouds

After some time, when sorrow decides to lay low for a while.. Another part turned around. Over and over the memories of the past haunt you, like creatures of the night that creep by, feed on your heart, and torture your soul. No matter how the sadness drowns you, nothing to hold on but your dear self.

Memories are like clouds that passby every now then, they remind you of who u were and who u are.. Someday there would be a better day to look at the clouds