Boca Chica

Yorke

The traces of my youth

Of all the places they exist

It is here you'll find them most. 

Inused floral essence

Wind driven rain

And hopes of sunshine. 

The day ahead and 

The journey home

The sleep that followed 

the music that haunts me. 

I will never hold these things again

This existence is a concept, 

this is how I dream. 

 

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2019 20:20
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 9
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  • Goldfinch60

    That existence was yours and will be forever in your memories.

    • Yorke

      It is, they are just fragments now, I guess ws this is how we hold on to them :/
      Thanks for taking the time to read and reply.



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