Tag: Musings

In my memories you exist like

the sharp scent of an overblown rose

and the sting of thorns.

You tamed the tangled garden of my soul

but plucked

my buds

one

by

one.

Our lives are written on a thousand slips of paper jostled and drowned in the foaming waves of a tempest. We float on the bubbles, too light and insignificant to notice the storm underneath. But sometimes, when we sleep, our fingers grasp the inky depths of the future.