I thought he’d forever remain:
like the black ink on a ripped up newspaper,
the earthy smell of old books or a stamped
postcard found under all the letters,
the smell of coffee, so strong and raw
at least that’s what I had thought.
I should have known, that all good things
come to an end; newspapers, books,
postcards decompose and who would have known?
that overtime, I’d begin to hate the
sickly smell of coffee. Now that I’m here, I have a responsibility to no one but myself: to erase all our memories…
Note: Hello my loves, I hope you will find this piece interesting. 🙂 The beautiful painting is done by the awesome Nassima from Artoxygen, I would appreciate if you could check out her work! She is a lovely soul. In her own words this painting “carries within it’s brush strokes and multiple layers: Love and Sadness, Hurt and Happiness, Dear ones and Enemies…”