Words unwritten were spoken through her eyes. twinkling gaze at the clouds ahead .
She let out a sigh wondering how time flies.
She looked away from the glaring moon,remembering a time when she held out a paper plane with her little hand towards the sky.
She had to admit those were the good times. walking by the beach, making memories with people, now strangers.
watching the sun fade away in the warm ocean careless of notions that now seem stranger.
Picking up those little sea shells by the shore , picking up these little fragments from her nostalgic core, she walked into the summer of 2006 where her little friends walked hand in hand, those people she does'nt recognise anymore.