Running accross winds stammered the bitter old rhyme that spelt tales of a millionn rainbow coloured sentiments of regret, the darkness l had chased glides along from the backing of time sweet melodies struck by the lighting of the times. Maybe to share the little secret, she told me it would take a second for her to forget me like l never existed, out of her world l would be cast like a demon under the influence of the prosperity preachers cutting the long story short am alone swimming in sea of monsters! Today staring at screen l remember you not yet the memories you painted, the rollercoaster imaginatives that visit at night when am powerless to fight the desire to hold you tight which l never did. Why dream not of the best seconds that click fast-tracking the minutes in to hour, in the hour the scents of you are minutes that second the slow riding of time. it was in that night when the margins of reality washed down heavy hearts sinking running in the forests of a bitter old heart...
a novel in the making