I read voraciously,
when I wish not to think,
when I am trying to forget,
when my heart is heavy with blood
and would explode
with memories.
memories, they are not filthy,
but gems.
they are good,
I am happy there-
light as winds.
and that’s where all the
problem lies.
memories are memories
they make up the past,
another word
I am trying to run away
from.
Stay with
Prerna 🙂
