26 janv. 2015


Late night, beautiful night, with inspiring people, and yet all I could come up with when I started writing was this depressing little poem... Still, I share it, because it's what I promised myself I would do more of this year... 

I'm like a haunted house
full of memories and shadows
of regrets and bad aftertastes.
I'm a room full of shadows
of secrets and unsaid words.
I'm like a music box that's forgotten its tune.
I'm a carousel that stopped turning long ago
that hasn't heard the peel of a child's laughter in too long.
I'm like a haunted house
full of empty rooms and hollow hallways
that even the ghosts have abandoned. 

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