Friday, 28 June 2013


sort of a trail
along with the pictures
I hope they won't fail 
to tell the story
or at least part of it
when I finally wake up
when I can finally sit
and take it all in 
everything that I missed
then I'll be brisk, 
then I'll take a tour 
of these expressions
images and letters that I store
the pages
if they exist still
I'll try to work through them
the obscure stages
a hundred thousand words
a hundred thousand pictures
and yet I still haven't 
soaked in 
not a second of reality
not a moment of truth