How do you price a roller coaster ride? By its spontaneity or by its resistance? There was music before the free ride into memories into confusion speed and doubt There was a smile too perhaps How do you price a smile? By its size, duration or its inherent pain? There…
Tag: beauty
Your mirror
She thought she was your mirror, reflecting the light behind your irides –the thoughts you don’t share. She thought you would see those golden afternoon rays of light transmuting your worries into magic. She wanted to be the mirror that let you see through the winter and darkness; the one…