Wednesday, September 19, 2007

The Persistence of Memory


Not so far away... Just around the corner, someone had a flashback.
Tiny pieces of memory, being pushed to the first row, where they can be touched, not ignored...
In the 5th floor,
where there is a strong smell of melancholy, somebody tried to forget,
while in the first floor, there was a slight hint of nostalgia in the tasteless air molecules, for anything that ever existed.
Impossible to block, they are the muted screams...
Dusty and old... demanding rebirth... With or without a soul.
Frustrated past... trapped into the time's cemetery...begging to be dug out, buried again, decomposed.
Too far... Too old to be brought back again.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

it seems it's too clear to remember ...

Anonymous said...

keep on writing ... keep .

Anonymous said...

People should read this.