I. I keep looking I keep drawing hanging onto memories miserably (they're slipping away) The starless night scene illuminated by city lights - a small canvas I keep at my bedside table. A Christmas polaroid, a photo taken by the tree two years in a row. The memory of home it's slipping away.
II. I keep looking, keep staring at the unfamiliar faces i put up miserably trying to connect. Pretty eyes, pretty lips, dimples and freckles cheeks - I'll never be like them, I'll never have them Then what's the point? to keep looking, searching for memories never made never will.
III. i don't like empty walls ugly stains filling a void
is there anyone to erase it? - my dark stain - cover it? paint it?
nothing can cover the empty walls nothing but the memory of me.
Something different I'm trying. If anyone wants to let me know on anything I can improve or has general thoughts, please send a message or a comment :) Thank you for reading, I hope you like it!
Kept in a box Back of the closet Remnants of time Curios of place Before she was Someone's mother
London Bridge Houseboat Out on the water Fun with inner tube Pink lipstick Little black bikini Games afoot Cocktail in hand Sunny smile Saucy wink Natural grace Hair let down Playful air Provocative pose Naked as a Jaybird Happy as a Lark
I can smell your perfume on the polaroid! I can still taste your lips when I lick mine! I was somewhere lost in the deep void! Emptiness of your eyes looking just fine! Surrounded by the full white chaos! I don't remember where I was! We made some great memories! Captured through eyes in our brain! I have collected all the stories! I have collected happiness and pain! I have collected mistakes and crimes! All we were doing was havin' a good time! -Vivek!
a nightmare isn’t something that happens when you’re asleep and a monster pops up from underneath your bed, a nightmare is something that happens when i walk into my room and i see every polaroid of you and remember of how all of those memories are burned into my mind