nostalgia

nostalgia. that's not an alien to her, it makes her smile in the quiet night. enough to hypnotise her into a deep sleep, enough to make her time pass by without a trace of worry. yesterday seems so far today, the seconds arm ticking, she still looking so demure. she fell, benumbed that the day was day, the night was night. no, still bathing joyously in temptation.

ah, how lovely she said. like a little girl, hoping through the medow, the sun shining warmly on her skin, the wind blowing gently making music to her ears, the simple smile on her crystal pink face - what a sight to imagine. oblivious it's a film playing without sound.

that was unembellished. refuse to be woken up by the sounds of the ticking arms, the scream of the unheard voice, frozen.

another nostalgia.