This is something special for me, yet it might be another meaningless writing to you. However, I am not here to discuss the validity of this piece, let alone its greatness. This piece is about the feelings, the senses, and the memories. But before I continue, I make one request of you. Take your time.

Once in a while, I look at myself in disgust. I am bound to nothing yet I am powerless. I am cognizant of everything yet I care for nothing. I feel everything yet I am paralyzed. I become a starfish. In times like that, I desperately wish for someone just like me in this endless universe that stretches far beyond my sight. Someone who can understand every bit of my complexions. However in the midst of despair, I begin to reminisce my childhood.The sweet smell of rain, the tickling of sand between my toes, and the freshly baked cupcakes. The melody of my memories surround me and cover my sorrow. 

I have gone through some really tough times but my memories have been always there helping me up again. After all, I’m a starfish.