Monday, 2 January 2012

Light as Air


There are days, 
There are days that feel light as air
The sound of your voice and the smell of your hair
Those are the days that I won't remember,
Not individually at least.
They will fade and merge into a polaroid memory
Into an unspecific blur.
by Bean

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