Pictures burnt, trashed and forgotten
Crayon words on two cent paper, thrown
But you are still on my mind
Erosion"Where do you want to go?"Erosion by ~MaryyumSolangi
It was only when the gloom of the funeral was behind me, the fumes of misery having had numb my senses, and the smoky clouds of sorrow having had rained down their share of heavy waterworks, that I realized the obscurity in his voice, and adjusted myself enough to look around at my surrounding.
The renowned highroad of the town, lined with masses and masses of lush green trees and not a single populace within at least ten miles. I'd always been spontaneous, but today even I had to admit that I had crossed my boundaries. But then again,nothing we ever said or did together ever was purposeful; instinctual and impuls