Haloween
Marvelous weekend left behind. Back to the gray mass moving from trains and busses, into building with monotirs and keyboards. Bright colors dance in front of me, as the memories of yesterdays spin off their reel. The computer screen flickers and wakes me for a moment, while all around me the clatter of keys to fingers make their own corrupt little tune.
I wish to make a jar for such memories. A big glass bowl filled with trinkets and toys, reminding me of fleeting smiles and songs that where sung. I would put it next to my jar of burnt out lighters.. Filled with memories of old flames.
I wish to make a jar for such memories. A big glass bowl filled with trinkets and toys, reminding me of fleeting smiles and songs that where sung. I would put it next to my jar of burnt out lighters.. Filled with memories of old flames.