Picture of Memory

He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....

Photographs by Darem Placer

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Remnants


don't tell me everything is just for waiting
all my worries, now they're all parading
remembering how love and how faith were wasted
time never waited for those who want it

i believe the days are all deceiving
only you and i, i know is worth believing
remembering how chance and how hope were wasted
time never waited for those who want it

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