Sixteen Reasons

A memory of a past that will never be, from the days I lived before I saw the light. I see an old future in young distant eyes, a glory of a neglected simplicity, one that we hastily threw away to earn all the lifeless plastic we smother ourselves with. I see a happiness once lain in the rays of a rising sun, between the yellow sheets of a borrowed book, and in the eyes of us; shirtless little kids playing in the mud, with a smile wider than all their highways, and hopes higher than all their towers.

As the cold, grey smile takes over, it carries the soul on a trip upon her quivering lips, bringing the heart to a shiver, and through every word she chants, the mind submits to a timeless trance, and the colder it gets, the brighter it burns within, setting all your troubled thoughts ablaze, as you sit there, still as ice, staring into the nothing, with a tameless fire burning inside your charred brown eyes.

H.Q.
13:13
Monday
27/05/2013