Reinventing my Decay
I had a really good entry to write tonight, but due to my extreme laziness and lack of passion, I have decided to leave you with the last few lines....which would have made sense if you had read what I was planning on writing.
On the walk back home, down a very famaliar road, I remembered and recollected the things I had left behind, so long ago. Despite my regrets, I raised my hands in an attempt to catch (or smother) the wind that melted through my fingers, and I watched as the colours slowly faded from the houses that decorated the decay around me.
I passed a house I remembered well, and longed for a face I remembered better.
The road came to an end just as I had predicted. Just as I had remembered.
This may be the last time I walk through my memories and reflect on what once was. This may be the last time I'll ever be 17 again.
I bid farewell without a ear as witness.
Just like before.
Just like it always has been.
And will be.
Reinventing my Decay.
-Kevin Barnard-
On the walk back home, down a very famaliar road, I remembered and recollected the things I had left behind, so long ago. Despite my regrets, I raised my hands in an attempt to catch (or smother) the wind that melted through my fingers, and I watched as the colours slowly faded from the houses that decorated the decay around me.
I passed a house I remembered well, and longed for a face I remembered better.
The road came to an end just as I had predicted. Just as I had remembered.
This may be the last time I walk through my memories and reflect on what once was. This may be the last time I'll ever be 17 again.
I bid farewell without a ear as witness.
Just like before.
Just like it always has been.
And will be.
Reinventing my Decay.
-Kevin Barnard-