SUMMER TRACE

Autumn. Yellow and orange tones flooded streets of Sarajevo. Sun is shinning. Happiness is everywhere around us only memories are in us. Summer has left its trace, leaves, that falls now. Falls into oblivion, into memory and carries summer with it. Exactly, past that once has been present, falls into oblivion, into memory. Memories are part of us and part of past time, but they are the biggest part of life. An avalanche of emotions, photos and memories are actually only parts of memories, parts of mosaic of past which we won or the past which is deep inside us, but it does not disappear. It is strange world  in our head. Being a revolutionist in that world, means to decide to overcome the past and memories and move to another level of life, level of our game in which we determine the  rules ourselves. The game that has only one chance, only one life. In this game mistakes are allowed and they are being corrected and being lived, and decision to end the past actually means new life. So, live it.