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IN A MIDDLE OF A YELLOW THREAD

JERONE CANSINO


I will be waiting year after year, day after day, sunset after sunset. Here in this place overlooking the calmness of the waters and mildness of its cooling breeze. Cool as it is, but it warms my frozen heart every time those memories of us appear on the surface of my vivid thoughts. Those long lost schema of the love that I once had that I still keep in the bottom of my  bottomless soul, the repository of all the things that I once was, so as the things that I would not want to be again. These weeds are the living witnesses of all my deliberate effort to revive an undying ghoul inside the scattered shells of my shattered thoughts. I don't want to remember you but I would not survive the night without your ghost stalking my weary state. All I want is you and that would stay as long as I see this sunset. The darkest nights will pass and the mornings will come and go. All I want is what I want to be. I will live and I will leave this earth pained with our happy memories until you left me hanging in the middle of a yellowish thread.

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