because i cannot write
neither hold a pen
or a thought,
pictures, i give you.
a flash on brief moments
behind a postcard view
fill the area of what used to be
a schmaltzy brew of prose.
pictures
monolithic remembrances
where i wear my face
amidst an ashen cloud
wear my face but
never a smile,
looking away.
no words,
prose,
not a line
not while i’m here.
September 13, 07
You proved this wrong marvelously…
do smile… you are loved. =)
You are very much alive… =)
There’s nothing motionless here my friend… I sense energy - a soul evolving.
thanks ladies ehehe