When I sit down to write my DIARY ☺

There are days when you sit down to write in your diary but every thought that flies in dissolves in the blink of an eye. There is so much to tell but the words would not stop playing hide and seek. You break into every corner of your mind to recollect the oldest of your memories but it seems futile. Then you sit and wait for some inspiration, something to ignite the creativity that is waiting to be embraced. You look at the sky faded blue and the clouds concealing the illuminated sun. Your eyes wander more until it caught a glimpse of a silver lining. You sigh out all the worries that hold you captured. Then, you set your gaze upon the busy street that absorbs in the lilting voice of cuckoos. You are reminded of the clock that is ticking by. But you are no more sane when a breeze strikes your face and breaks through the blockages in the branches on your mind. Your mind unfolding every single memory that lit you up during all these years. A smile retreats, spreads all over your face, your eyes glazing brown. You lift up your pen and trace every endearing memory in your diary.

Sound and Sulky,