January.

Ink stain,
The colour plain.

The year started to settle everything into happiness
Days spent working, walking, living,
In those blue jeans.

October.

Ink stain,
His heart is in pain,
His head is insane.


The pockets full of polaroid photos are emptied,
Thrown away into the bin until the memories,
Disappear.

January.

Ink stain,
Remains.