Current mood: Far Away
I found an origami rose.
And because it was so beautiful,
I lifted it close to my lips to smell it.
And I saw that there was writing on it.
And I began to unfold it and read it.
And as it unfolded it became a book.
Who are we?
We are the sum of our memories.
How do we share our memories?
Through the sound of her voice?
Through the touch of her skin as we make new memories?
I went today and walked alone in her memories
And alone I could not understand them.
The places where she walked and laughed and lived,
offered to me only the faintest whisper of her memories.
I long for her. To know who she truly is.
As I read the pages fall away,
like rose petals.
But for each page I read, a new one is written.
And with time,
the reader and the story will become one.
And the book will never have to end.