There is always a whisper that passes by the wind untouched and unnoticed. The calmness of a still sea and a setting sun gets trapped in words that were forgotten to be whispered back to the parting beauty of the evening. There is always something that reminds you that you are always bound  by the past. The breeze that had scents to remind you of forgotten path stays still pretending to be an onlooker of a game gone wrong. The notes of the wind chime that sounded passing moments in the never ending conversations remains hanging on the thin broken threads of hope. The words in a song that painted a face of recognition ponder to frame a smudged figure appropriate to set the pitch right. The earth that had to bear the thud of firm boots galloping to embrace a visual beauty remains tied back to the invasion of an absent purpose. Life is what you make of it and past a story to read when all that is left in you is a parting goodbye that you forgot to say, A whisper that still remains unsaid and unheard. To that thought with an address written wrong and to that time that stopped ticking to give life to a dream. There is nothing to be conquered neither anything to be invaded upon as all that got possessed and all that got lost remains blown to smithereens of vanishing dust.