Memories

It had such a wide variety of sounds, They had echoed through the air, the waves gushing up and down the sand, Me alone laying down on the cold wet sand, like snow you just can't get up you are just in a trance, I want this memory to end, But one look at my mom and all those thoughts come rushing back, It's has been 7 years since then, Every time I get those cuts my mind goes blank, I have overcome thoughts Because my mind his stronger.