It’s that time of day when the sun hits your face just right,
when everything starts to rush in,
when the sense of time is blurred, the past, the presence and the future,
when a century feels like just a couple of hours,
when your thoughts are sceneries for things you never really believe,
when everything seems vague,
when there’s no joy or grief,
when it’s all just a blur in the blinding light,
what is it really inside your mind in a glimpse of your memories?
