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Sunday, May 22, 2011

Things i never forget.

How we used to lie on your bed every weekend, how you would pull my head onto your chest, and I would fall asleep..
And dream like a baby would. Hands and faces and worlds.
You cooked the best pastas and whispered the sweetest words.
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How we were too lazy to go outside, content with a space containing just the two of us.
You would lift me up to sit on your kitchen counter, our lips engaging..
On what our mouths want to eat.
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How we were... I recently remembered that I once beheld you as the most beautiful person in the world.
I had forgotten and I'm sorry.
I remember it now, how your eyes crinkled when your thin lips smiled.
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How you would pat me twice on the head, and kiss me tenderly..
Your Shea-butter-smell.


I learnt from somewhere, that our lives are a sequence of rooms, and what makes up our lives are these rooms and the people in it.
I like the idea of our lives being a sequence of rooms.
Little packets of smells and feelings and conversations
Then finally when the time comes, I will leave quietly, and shut the door.

The rooms remain untouched in my memory like frozen fragments of time.
I visit them every now and then, and let the illusions consume me.

she's not here @

5:22 AM