Leave me on a desserted island with nothing but a pen and a piece of paper; with those, I shall create myself another world.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Failed Confrontation

There stood my memories,
Meters away from me.
They stared at me.
They glared at me.
They wondered why I stopped visiting..
Why I wasn't reliving them.

Memories laughed.
Memories cried.
Memories were curious
But they got no answers..
For I didn't have them.
I never had them.
But my heart did.
It always did.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Awesome :) keep your pen rolling :)