Friday, April 9, 2010

I miss my heart

and he is gone. nothing left but air fragments and earthly scents that can conjure him -- as physical as i can manifest him. my mind harbours more intense memories that cause great agony, because i do have a heart that remains, and it is pummeled into the pavement. cars run through it every day, through, over, squashing without concern for the fragile bones beneath. this is the truth and the treachery of the minds will to collect each spec of existence and show drained eyes pitiful reality.

Eager? Stubborn...a lifetime to collect. A lifetime to mourn.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thanks for your comment!

There was an error in this gadget