Air swirled by the force of the opening door,
Tousling my chestnut curls,
As I breathe in the stale air,
I am faced with dust coated boxes,
Filled to their brims,
With old memories hidden long ago,
Chills run down my spine,
Coursing through my blood,
I do not want to go back,
I do not want to remember,
But I know it's the only way,
To get over the distant, fading past
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 9:18 PM UTC
Air swirled by the force of the opening door,
Tousling my chestnut curls,
As I breathe in the stale air,
I am faced with dust coated boxes,
Filled to their brims,
With old memories hidden long ago,
Chills run down my spine,
Coursing through my blood,
I do not want to go back,
I do not want to remember,
But I know it's the only way,
To get over the distant, fading past
©Nicola-Isobel H. 29.12.2010
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