abandoned film

February 16, 2011

a piece i wrote in livejournal

she colored the gray with her smile
and he held the world with his face,
everything in the world made sense
all bitter sorrow untraced.
but all those captured frames
remain as undeveloped pictures
–rolls of abandoned film
locked inside my imaginary camera
her world had long been dead
the moment he started a revolution;
we are ashes unclaimed–
waiting to be engulfed by light.

i can’t understand why i just feel so sad today..