Monday, December 11, 2006
in flippant squares
commodes of colours
lie stories, lie lives, lie memories;
a thousand unspoken words
commemorative
punctuant
all cast in incandescence
one no warmer than embrace
a hundred light years away
it lies yet so deep
ingrained
a wanderlust array of what was
everything smaller
shinier
more wonderful
everything perfect
happy
everything soldered within perfection
one pieces off the slate greedily
feeding on the feeling
succumbing to it. again.
again.
what else but the future
and solid pavestones of the past
the inner cry
the grasp, not letting go
and the need for change
jigsawed into one
existence this.
- a lil trail of thoughts formed from looking at photographs from back in the day(cerca 2004-2005) and summing up how memories and future interlink. whutcha think?
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