papiyon

That part 2

The road seems long and it two weeks

since my memory

have surface

I walk the long road to work

It's mid not to hot more sunny but the breeze

Is warm school children walk this roads

People on bikes,

People selling goods at the convince small stores

There's no red light at this road until you reach the

end

Do memories know when to stop replaying itself ?

Like a tape you'll

take out and revisit in the years or so

High I felt , drunk off tequila off fuzzy clouds that

Clouded my mind

And the people suddenly became invisible

I saw you in the same light but at a different angle

There was no longer a chain on my lips

Or a lock on my soul

No care in the world

Haze did the talking and I was present

Almost proud, I said something and you laughed

Either in relief or shock, a mix with a bit of something

I couldn't tell

Then I had to catch my self short
I

told you to forget everything I said in the morning

Like I wouldn't remember it then.

-ashes poetry