Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Opposite Of Now

When the world collides, it surely would.
Longing for all you had, only for a film or two.
Rescuers on their way to what once resembled life,
remember that earth, will always be a foundation.
Empty picture frames and a blank canvas,
cameras and brushes you once filled with your mind.
Existing is what you do in the mirror of another,
forgetting that time had passed.
Miracles float like moths to a flame,
fear meanders ever so near,
with the realisation that you are now and they have gone.
Time, memories and a little yellow post-it, that screams a past,
finding what once was,
The opposite of now.

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