my bluetooth headphones,
a glow on the ceiling turn to
constellations, a tiny midnight azure
too marvellous for a camera to touch.
If I am to remember,what does that truly mean? Does it mean to remember the guns fired,to watch the scarlet blood gleam,or to touch the spirits who are still alive today,and hold them in high esteem? If I am to remember,what am I to forget?For it is difficult to say I am sorry,when we have […]More