The bright lights are dancing, jumping one after the other, colliding with each other and parting again, crossing the dark background, unknowingly - without any grief. They were hovering over the grass and weeds, the black curtains being lifted for a moment and closing in on the other one. Though their existence seems meaningless, it is still full of greatness.
While they were diving into the night without the star, the star still had to provide dim light. Someone may be fascinated by their dreamlike vision. Swallowing someone's eyes and sophistically tangling the mind of another or a stranger. Some will say they are shy, but they are disorderly and innate. They decide to show their brilliance or leave their environment in obscure darkness.
Maybe one day they will appear, and one day they will not. Sometimes they stay away for the whole period to be completed. As someone watching the weather forecast, they will wait for a good day, a pleasantly warm day, when the sun rises and sets again in the evening. Then they will look at the sky and see the stars, fly all night. Sometimes their humming will merge with the thunder and disappear, and the rain will extinguish their aura. But they are composed; they will show another day.
The purpose of seeing them, their rhythm and humming, seems monotonous to me, yet they calm my cluttered mind. As I sit here on the old, rusty bench watching their light-hearted performances, some forgotten memories begin to flow into my head.
Someone will take them, of course, read short lines of information and look at the pictures with excitement. They make a very vague, minimal impression. But it is always the most valuable thing in those letters and postcards. So, will it always be the most crucial memory that one will remember?
And the small, flying light-balls will show me them; they will show me again. Memories can be two kinds: angel or devil - good or bad - happy or sad. But sometimes, it isn't easy to classify them. And sometimes, it's hard to memorize everything. Time will be one's biggest enemy, and fear will be one's, hate partner. So, I will not be a believer. I'll take any memories I get.
