MomoのKokoro

summer, but there is no summer here. i am caught in a film

(director, i would really prefer another role..)

..each moment passes too quickly and too slowly

i'd freeze each moment into a crystal ball, adorn the corners of my mind and heart with their glow

and then i would look back and smile and know that i needn't be afraid

as all things will pass

and do

and to fight is to bring pain.

i do not remember him, or her, or them anymore

the mind refuses to think so much

let the cobwebs be undisturbed

let me rest

[ everyones always happy with a clean sparkling white slate i guess ]

Posted in: Lit on Monday, June 25, 2007 at