Regret?

She once told him that she would, if possible, trade the entire chaos of the universe for a moment’s silence with him – and she cried her heart out, while he laughed in his mind.

Later she asked him if he would ever remove her from his heart. And he instantly said never.

Never - because she was never in it. Never a part of it. Never did he let her in. It wasn’t her fault. But he never thought it was his either.

She asked him if he would ever forget her. And he without hesitation said no.

No - because he never remembered her. Never a part of his memories. Never did he memorize her.

He had always been ungrateful. He was filled with emptiness. He still is. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We see a sand-glass, and all we can think about is the sand. We look at it and think that all we need to do is add more sand from a beach to it.

Thinking about ways to extend time which is never used nor abused.

Does someone have a bag full of memories? I’d gladly pay them all of my sand to buy some.