Remembering Sweetness

How badly he wanted to live the days again where he could see nothing but goodness in everything and in everyone.

He dreamt of the days where he would greet the morning sun with a smile. He would then stare up at sky and admire each cloud formation.

He dreamt of the days where he would fold up his pants and play in the afternoon rain. He would then stretch his arms and feel its every pat.

He dreamt of the days where he would end the evening with a chapter of a good book. He would then tuck the book snugly under his pillow.

..For now, he tries to enjoy the caramel syrup on top of his vanilla ice cream.