Childhood Memories
My footsteps are taking me slowly to this forgotten land. The wind blows softly in the morning light, making dust sparkle and dance into the sky. I walk a path that takes me back years ago, to a place that got so imprinted in my soul as a deep scar, the scar of my roots. I walk alone, and my shoes turn white from the land I step on. I fill my lungs with the hot summer air as I keep walking and fall into a beautiful trance. Is it a memory? Is it me reminiscing some of my childhood adventures? or is it a collective memory hidden in this untouched and arid place many calls home? All stir before my eyes, and I can no longer tell what is real and what is just an illusion. I look at the village that lays in front of me like a Kaleidoscope.
