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Remember to forget.

Digital Photography, Fashion Styling, Writing

When nothingness calls her through silence,
we separate together;
apart.
And we act like
we have never met before;
as if we have amnesia,
we forget where we were once
and where are we now?
But.
I understand- she is not a sad woman
if she isolates herself from everyone she knows.
Time lost me
without any fails.
I am paused, here, now.
Still- earth revolving,
leaves falling,
Flowers blooming,
facing the skies.
Don't scare me with what you think,
cause I am not that able being
to fight these thoughts;
of swallowing the desert sky,
in one feast.
And making birds vanish, forever.
into the abyss.
If we were to be judged by looks,
don't you think I am pretty like her?
RUN RUN RUN
RUN AWAY
FROM THIS PARANOIA
SAVE YOURSELF
BEFORE YOU KILL YOURSELF
What kind of end is this ?
No more you, no more me.
Lost in this unknown sea-
left unloved.
Forget me when I am dead
but try to remember when I am still here.
And what kind of drama is this
where we have to
remember to forget
the one?
The stranger in her backyard.

Sad she was,
Sadder her thoughts,
And saddest was her back-yard;
where she used to sow,
row by row,
whenever she felt low.
There.
She sowed
seeds, and her thoughts too.

Time passed by.
Some time after that,
Time passed by again.
Morning bird swung on the branches,
sang her a song
of mysterious land; never heard before.

Then.
White.
All White; Her Backyard.
where feet wanted to fly,
just above from the ground
merely protect the purity and essence
of that white.
White was the flowers.
Flowers she looked after-with all her heart and time,
water she poured every day and night.
Like before,
Time passed by again.
Bird flew.
Nobody saw which direction.
No more- the morning melody.
Then.
one day she woke up,
noticed a stranger
walking all over those flowers
Then she yelled, "Careful with my dreams, sorry, I mean the flowers !"
This moment and fuck you.
Needed you, no signs of you.
Wanted to talk but only walls.
SO
Laid down on bed, saw ceiling.
Gazed;
Until I realized I had been doing that for hours.
And hours.
My knees are your-imagined shoulders
to rest my head.
And I remember to forget
I remember to forget.