To retain all the breath-taking scenery
I have seen in my quarter of a century years
But my brain cells are transmuted
They only retain what I feel
Never what I see, hear, smell or touch
My mind is sensationally dysfunctional
It cares not about the outside world
What matter are the colors inside
A constant state of oblivion
Throwing me in the world of my dreams
Reality is shaded
Veiled, under my forgotten reminiscences
Will the colors ever disappear?
4 comments:
It's like you feel a tinge of sadness when u're happy beyond expression.
loved this one !!! i dont think it will ever disappear
im loving the shots !!! good job :)
Your poetry progressed a lot lately.
And Oh.My.God, your hair! Fabulous!
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