I remember. Summers. How I was careless. How I was myself.
I remember standing and looking at the sea. Wind taking away all my troubles and leaving me naked. Sand under my feet, rough stones on the beach and how I was running along the coast until I couldn’t run anymore.
I remember fields of wild flowers. How I was riding my bike down a long hill. Wind in my hair. Giving me wings. I would go and pick herbs. And in the evening drink fresh milk.
I remember ice cream. Me and my brother going for a walk and feeding swans. Sun kissing my skin. My hair long and curly. My bright orange swimsuit.
I remember how I went for a walk in the city on my own for the first time. How I had popcorn with my good friend. How I went to the cinema and laughed.
I feel I lost myself. I care about none important things to much. Like how my hair is wrong, or my make up smudgy. I want to be me. To not think again. To live now. Time imprisoned me. I want to escape.
