the words are going, fading fast.
un coeur brise.
shadows knocking at the locked gate to my memories, wrapped in the sable folds of everlasting night. they demand entry, they demand recognition...they claw at my memories.
and i must unfasten the door and wash the filth of their graves off them.
and i must give them my last words.
and then...stop, forget Lexia and my pitiful scribbles.
maktub.
'tis writ.
un coeur brise...
6 comments:
Sometimes memories should be kept locked away...it also helps if one loses the key meanwhile...!
some memories should never be locked away.
don't make much difference... coz' memories have this nasty habit of making their presence known ... when u least expect it!
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nice post... get's one thinking about things... PhD huh?... I know how you feel... hope you don't mind me stopping by...
bye... JD ;)
thanks for dropping by
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