I stare.
Past the rain-soaked window, the busy street, past the horizon,
and into memory.
Thoughts ebbing and flowing,
swirling through my mind, leaving glimpses,
fragments of dreams and emotions,
scattered through my head.
A shattered miror of memories, lying in my head.
Each fragment home to its own reflection, its own story.















Comments
that is so true though. we can never grab hold of that one thought before it's snatched away from us.
luckily you got yous on paper
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~ love is a chemical reaction that causes delusions ~
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~ love is a chemical reaction that causes delusions ~
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