Things. With names.
Eyes. Seen through another's.
Dots. Splashed into patterns.
Dusty jeans. Tattered soles.
Voices hopscotching in space. Drafted into memory.
Years broken down into moments. Like rusty fences by a vanishing roadside.
Carved spaces. Elegant absurdities.
Fouettes for an epiphany.
A montage. Words.
An inaudible sigh.
I'm not here. I never was.
4 comments:
stars... in her eyes...
long shadows.. with haunting memories..
stained glass.. coloured memories..
anyway... nothing can match the way you express these things... m a fan !!!
Here's another way to start..
Things... with names
Relationships.. without...
Beauty... seen through another's eyes
Vision.. seen through your own...
Couldn't resist posting it.. i hope you don't mind...
Just re-read this post... and couldn't resist commenting...
awesome stuff :)
Thank you. :)
A fragment of the past, remembered.
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