there he goes...there he goes again

He wont stay a minute after 8. But leaves behind, on a dusty keyboard, memories. Crumbs of fudge ecstasy cookies and cinnamon buns. Crumbs that were once WHOLE. Crumbs that were nourishment only a few moments ago. Crumbs that are now, nothing but scratches of desire.

Come back.

I have no one to talk to about the small things.

The Big Things are silent but the small ones are looking for company.
The Big Things are hungover but the small ones are ready for a toast.


- posted by Mehreen Malik @ 11:42 AM