A Bright Clearing I AM.

There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Flat surfaces fool you
No marks
Cool and uncomplicated-looking things
Not one visible crack
Not a single, faint tremor

Ancient earthquakes

There are no fingerprints here
No traces of clenched fists
Yelled-out voices
Never transcribed
Pristine vastness of white that fools you

Yes... memories are sly creatures.

1 comment:

dissinea said...

So bite me, but I miss reading your posts. Sulat na uli. Pwetty please? :) xoxoxo