Memories Come Back

And simply I am waiting for the nightfall. To sleep. To see you in my dream.
It is winter and most of the creatures of the world go back for an endless slumber till spring arrives and rejuvenates the eternal beauty of nature. How awfully splendid! I mean, this long sleep. One may complete one's life in one dream. No intruder happens to meet in this vacation.
Life is not all about the things that happen in our day to day business. It is something more. Something that never comes to be true is also holding the significance of living. It becomes worthwhile when you think - I have to live for making those dreams true. Some are indeed unnatural, superficial or perhaps unbelievable in some perspective to a person who never been in contemplating things on sublimity. Merely those who become habituated or used to of this busy schedule of life think no need of exaggeration of certain dreams that haply once had a greater bearing in their life. They accept reality in such an extent that they don't even come back to their childhood home.
I can recollect a line from Lana Del Rey's song Dark Paradise where she eloquently speaks, " there's no remedy for memory" and of course she is true in a sense. Memories are very bold to excite things that has been passed long ago but hold same importance always. We don't forget them or remove permanently. We can not do that. We are not robot. Memory revives the present through the invocation of past. Imagine, you're walking on a street or coming across a coffee shop, where you once liked to walk or visit in afternoon or evening with a special one and suddenly you visualise that whole thing replying or reenacting just before your eyes. You cogitate and delve deep into the sea of memory that camouflages the now.  Thus past may cherish present and we might accept that thing won't happen again. And life goes on.