The smell of Eucalyptus evaporated into the air.
pieces of glass are all over the place.
Big and small.
scattered.sharp.
As i watched the body plunged further away from the head,
as a faint reminiscent of it fell from the table to the ground
in slow motion
i have to sigh my disappointment,
that something is meant to break to pieces
something is meant to evaporate in the air
something is meant to be lost forever.
No comments:
Post a Comment