A young girl full of Nostalgia comes home
She puts her dilapidated diary on her bed
It is heavy and filled with all her unspoken thoughts
Along with it she puts the voices screaming in her head
The voices of her family members, colleagues, strangers and friends
Screams, laughter, sirens, barks, hooters….a full orchestra of life playing at the back of her mind
She puts them all down on her bed
She stares into space, fidgeting with her favourite ball-pen
Click, click the sound awakens a distant memory
A big clock ticking on her grandmother’s wall
Her grandmother pointing at it and saying it’s time for church
She also puts this memory on her bed
Her heart breaks, she yearns for her childhood years
Soul music playing on the radio
Her brothers playing soccer on the lawn
The aroma of her mother’s Sunday meals
The clouds above her forming all kinds of shapes and figures
The moon following her wherever she went
The smile that used to caress her pretty face
She wraps up all these beautiful memories into a box
And she puts it on the bed
Her bed that always welcomes her with all her burdens
Her bed that never complains and silently absorbs the salt from her tears
Her bed that protects and comforts her whenever she needs it