August 2nd, 2007
Espina
Hold me...
~Vintriols~
the pictures now serve as slides
scattered in shoe boxes that recalls the times
one dot to get to another
laid on the floor just to piece together
places been never to rediscover
the mind travels only so far
the smell of the water
the direction and the chill of the wind
and the warmth of the sun...
another day to remember
hold back the lapses
everything has to be crisp
i've sold every me just to find Her
just like the pieces that scatter
torn and missing for the hearts that asked
torn and missing for the ones left behind