Like any other gloomy day.. I get unwanted flashbacks from the past, wuthering echoes of my mistakes, and the soliloquy of lost love. Like any other gloomy day.. I have you..err, our shattered memories, the feeling of distraught, every time I realize, your sweet smile and thrifty laugh will never be mine to lay eyes and ears on. Like any other gloomy day.. I close my eyes and hear my heart sing.. You left me where I last waited for you, the place where I know you'll never go back to. You never asked nor say what was wrong, you just left without a word nor song. How do I completely let go, of something, of someone I never owned? Your cold memories linger like the scent of garlic on my shirt. I still remember you on random days and things and all, like the cake you baked, I remember in the scent of burnt toast. Don't get me wrong, you did great on the cake, but not on the glaze. I guess that's how I can properly depict you in my head.. sweet and mellow, b...
A RECORD OF THOUGHTS. normal stories. bizarre ideas. questions in life, and all this mind can think of.