Over and over again… the memories, the stories,… everything repeats itself all over again in my mind. Day after day. Night after night.
Where’s the purpose behind all those random movies inside my head?
When the angelic face turned into a ghostly white, when the innocent snow-white was disturbed by the threatening crimson red,… what did I expect?
I lost her and I found her – both at the same time.
These thoughts keep running through my head while I look at the picture. It showed her and me together on a swing at a playground.
I certainly didn’t expect to find this picture when I went to the attic…
I certainly didn’t expect that Icould lose her until I did…
I certainly didn’t expect that I would find her again after I lost her…
In the end, I think a loss can be the start of a search. Profoundly, a search will lead to finding something. Even if it’s not what looked for, something will be found.
A search is a story – a story about lost and found,… about people, places and items crossing the path of the search.
I haven’t known I was looking – until I realized I found something.
Actually, I first thought I have given up on her, but then again… I found our bond – again. Looking back, as long as she hasn’t been an important part of my path, there was one part missing. A part, the path made me looking for without me even realizing it….. until this relict of our story taught me otherwise.
The relict is old and the colours are faded. The memories though are going to remain as colourful as when they were made…. They won’t fade – always being a constant reassurement for the found, for the lost I searched. A permanent sparkling light of hope.
Part 3 of my series…
Part1 “ Innocent snow-white“