Well traveled leather binding a vault of lost ideas.
Haphazard graffiti
dripping ink down the page.
Crumbled sentences and half-finished
thoughts
backdrop the soft scratch of the pen
trying to outrace time
Years, composed as fragments,
have no place
outside the white walls where they were born
Only the architect remembers
and still he is mortal
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC
Well traveled leather binding a vault of lost ideas.
Haphazard graffiti
dripping ink down the page.
Crumbled sentences and half-finished
thoughts
backdrop the soft scratch of the pen
trying to outrace time
Years, composed as fragments,
have no place
outside the white walls where they were born
Only the architect remembers
and still he is mortal