scrolling through the time and space as if leaves blow in an autumn curl,
following the frozen path to dissipate into the next leafs' static swirl.
this is my life. but who are all those smiling faces
we once heard in Jasmin moonlight embraces
i was there. i feel it in my tightened fist, and insistent tug on the heart.
it was before, shared conversation and experience is expelled far apart.
Separated, inside 50 million distances. blurred between misty lakes of remembrance.
was it even real, those best times of my life pristined to thumb-nailed irreverence.
living in binary invisibles flourishing to never be free
longingly - they will always remember me.