In this world
love has no color -
yet how deeply
is stained by yours.
Balloons are so weird… “happy birthday, here’s a plastic sack of my breath”
I understood all that in my head, but I still didn’t believe it in my heart.
It’s strange indeed how memories can lie dormant in a man’s mind for so many years. Yet those memories can be awakened and brought forth fresh and new, just by something you’ve seen, or something you’ve heard, or the sight of an old familiar face.