June 5, 2012
The bitter taste of metallic chains fills me
as I shut my eyes;
demanding for that one memory to stay in place
and never lose it's meaning.
I look back on it,
hopping that those few moments
will last forever.
move like water
and break like waves,
carrying their insides with them.
The come and go
staying for a blink
then fade away,
having us chase after them.

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