Deleting old conversations didnt help. Neither did deleting your pictures. For they still exist, each colon that you typed, each comma that you used, the color of your eyes and every single freckle of your face... in my memory. Fresher than the first flowers of spring. Fresher than the leaves that the trees breed after shedding the old ones in Autumn. You come back in flashes and dont leave until my eyes are blinded by the light that embraces me when my mind goes wandering back to the perfection of your smile. Even if i never met you or heard your voice, you somehow ring within me, through me, like an unheard melancholy, a helpless sigh, begging to be rescued. There are times i so badly want to come crawling back to you, that the very thought of sending you a message serves as a catharsis. I want to recover from the wounds that you have left behind. So badly am i caught in the kaleidoscope of your existence, that even my body doesnt feel mine anymore. I want to rip off my skin and take birth again. For your soul has taken charge of mine... every breath, a reminder of your telepathically felt scent.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 08:30:00 +0000
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