Monday, November 02, 2009

we were sparkling.

There used to be a tree where we took our pretty things. We'd hook them by a thread, golden egg lipstick and feathers, pieces of glass, chandelier baubles, and empty bottles of wine and watch the light shine through.

I'm afraid to forget you.


Magdalena said...

The feeling sucks.

Because eventually, somethings will be forgotten,no matter how hard you try.
After sometime,you'll want to forget, but you won't be able to.

It'll be a mixture of forgotten,unforgotten memories.

Dreaminglass said...

Never forget.

Dreaminglass said...

Remember, instead...when I played, and you sang.

Anonymous said...

You cant forget, its there always and always. It can be replaced but NEVER forgotten.