Message in a bottle…
On the way to extinction…
my tolerance
my calm
my anger
my reaction
A thank-you note…
for a hand
for a call
for a smile
and a heart of gold
Nostalgia resurfaced…
I missed the smell of fixer
my photos are digital
and Adobe adds my filters
(lethargy)
A note of self-consciousness…
I could smell my own smell
When would I desensitize
to life, to pain
to lose my own name
Prêt à porter individuality…
My identity is a burden
I like the uniqueness it has
but tired of your wary glance
I’ll vanish in the crowd now
Amputated memories…
what happened didn’t happen
start concealing evidence
from impromptu murder scenes
What didn’t happen happened
5 comments:
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fixer..hours in that dark room and still nothing on that film
And what's done cannot be undone.
Laila, you remember.. now even xomat it going out, no more films..
Mar, or course it can :)
How Ghassan?
by pretending that it never happened. as long as all parties involved are in on it. it never happened. I have erased many chapters and people and places from life myself.
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