Mesmerize

It gets difficult as seasons come and go
you move a little forward, a little backward
where spoken words seem inadequate
to fill in those blank spaces.
But there,
I find myself writting..
pages after pages,
words after words
to what seem distant.

It feels a lil like smelling fresh bread rolls
across the street on my brown lil book..

and that's how I want to remember it.

:)hueiweun