cold solitude
smooth as green granite
.
clinging memories
dangling on faded frames
.
aromas of the past
creeping out of old recipies
.
sticky patches of depression
spreading like green fungus
.
stabbing flashes of yearning
lighting up your smile
.
a bubble waiting to be burst
by soft touch, breath or look
.
may I?
4 comments:
Of course¡¡¡
Que tengas un feliz fin de semana.
Besos.
memories are sticky,yes
they cling to the face.
images slowly growing
with the power of 2,
colours, sounds and laughter added.
sitting now wearing specs
the action in the past is hectic.
I am slim, I am fast, I am good looking and my beard is full and black
I still hope, dream for and yearn
not about the future, but about the past.
If you the one who sees the yearning and faded frames,then why do you wait to ask permission???
ah, the joy of pain!
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