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.
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:
it seems it's too clear to remember ...
keep on writing ... keep .
People should read this.
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