under a cloudy patch of sky
i buried a wooden box
full of imaginary things
in the places that catch the sunlight
through the leaves of the mango tree
i rested my eyes
left a few thoughts behind
on the staircase with the attic
i found old photographs
remembered that smiles are fleeting
and ran down the steps
in the darkness i heard whispers
of shadows trying to hide
like a dream waiting to fade
the more I hold on
the more I wonder why
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
under a cloudy patch of sky
i buried a wooden box
full of imaginary things
in the places that catch the sunlight
through the leaves of the mango tree
i rested my eyes
left a few thoughts behind
on the staircase with the attic
i found old photographs
remembered that smiles are fleeting
and ran down the steps
in the darkness i heard whispers
of shadows trying to hide
like a dream waiting to fade
the more I hold on
the more I wonder why
