Sunday, July 26, 2009


Memories aren't erasable from my mind;
they're gripped and locked with
all my desperation.
Canned and placed on my shelf;
like condensed, untouched spam.
Only peeled open for desperate times,
when I'm too sad to live through
new memories.

I wish sunshine wasn't stranded on a mountain.
I wish happiness could be plentiful;
with no need to be kept like spam.

1 comment:

your.favourite.villain said...

oh my god thats fantastic! why are you so good with your words?