My thoughts
are over speeding.Trying everything
just to outrun
every haunting memories
of our past.Creating unwanted still-frames
to play on heavy rotations.Leading me
into another series
of sleepless nights...
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.