Sunday, March 29, 2015

Passing Train

Today has been unending
One day feeling like a week, a year
The moments melt into each other creating a whirl wind of emotions and memories
I can't distinguish between my inner thoughts and reality

Blurred faces.
Inaudible sounds.

I do remember you
I can still see that smile
Your blue eyes making faces at me from above the brim of your hat.

I can't read you.
It's frustrating.

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