I hate when I have so much to say and yet I have nobody to tell
Missing your childhood, thinking about your memories, when your mother wrapped you in a soft blanket, feeling the warm feeling of a hug, when you went on a vacation with your parents on a midnight and saw the sun rise..but if you stop to look at each memory, you can see it, they are blurry, with soft tones of the white sunlight, or with no color at all, what was the color of the blanket your mother used to give you, it was blue, was it..?