Pedals smell so good...
The sunset shades changing...
The stars are such that I...

I'm breathing...

Living.

I can't remember you...


Not a line of thought to jot.

What is this?

All the smiles from them...
Electric pictures of memories stem.

No paper. Huh - em !

What is this?

I can't remember you...

Scenes of raining eyes, and cold skies...
Sun beaming, glisten, then lies...
All the levels of broken ties...

I can't remember you!

No strings attached, I've unlatched my glare, broke away down the stairs...

Heart beating from the warmth out through freezing pane.

Hello?

Hesitant because I have a...