6 de julho de 2010

traces of something I long to feel


What begins as an unguarded
train of thoughts slowly can become
an addiction to the slumber
of disconnection and the resonance
of memory that no longer has a shape
but keeps you numb through
the hours till gone is another day

P.S. bem lembrado pela azul

2 comentários:

azul disse...

a quinta-feira vai saber a café?

Alberto disse...

possibly, maybe